Ouch

Monday Maggie and I took a bike ride. On our way back to the casa we were coming through a tunnel, wildlife crossing tunnel. I notice someone in my rearview mirror, a light, another biker. I panicked a little, as I didn’t want to be in his way. He tries to pass as I’m going around the curve and uphill. I take out the wall, a rough stone wall. I left a little of my arm on that wall.

 

Him:

 

“Oh, that looks REALLY bad.”

 

Me:

 

“It’s not THAT bad." 

 

I had a slight case of shock and awe. 

 

Everything is in working order. I *thought* I had all the skin lying neatly before I bandaged it. The larger cut close to my elbow had a bit of a lump. After showering today, I lifted the flap while it was still soft and sure enough, I'd not pulled underlying tissue out properly. I untucked the flap. 

 

Shock and awe. 

 

Again. 

 

Initially it was like someone else was looking at it, not me. Like I was looking down from above. I couldn’t remember, cut the flap, or leave it, it’s been a long time since I administered first-aid to anyone, much less myself. Dr. Google to the rescue.

 

Sigh.