Almost 21 and stitches

Another Friday another blog-post. I'm really feeling quite successful at this.

Last Friday while walking around Rexburg on my date I commented that when I slip and fall I fall with grace. I forgot to mention that when I trip and fall it involves insane pain. Especially if I'm rushing when it happens. 

Last time I tripped and fell was in middle school. I was running across the grass and tripped right as I was about to run onto the cement, henceforth I landed on the cement and split open the knee of my favorite corduroys; as well as barking my knee pretty badly.

I thought that that hurt.

Yesterday, well I suppose technically this morning, I learned I was mistaken.

Yesterday started off with one of those mornings. I was doing great, finishing off some homework for class that day; actually doing my hair and makeup so I'd feel confident when I gave my explication in class.

Then, something went wrong. I the person who hates being late, and is usually five minutes early at the latest lost track of time. My first class starts at 9:45, I looked at my cell phone. It was 9:46.

I hurriedly slipped on my shoes and rushed out the door. 

Rushing is never a good idea.

I approached the road and as I went to step onto it the curb grabbed my foot and pulled me down. I hopped up quickly to avoid being hit by the two approaching cars and sort of skip hopped across the road. Once safe on the sidewalk I hobbled down to the Hinckley building running later than ever.

I arrived at my destination washed my hand that was barked and grabbed a paper towel for my knee.

In class I stuck the paper towel on my knee, through the hole in my new 40 dollars jeans. At this point that was the worst part.

3 hours later after two classes, a presentation, and a presented interpretation of Julius Caesar I went to the student health center as the scrape in my knee for three reasons.

1) what I thought was a scrape could aptly be described as a hole in my knee

2) I did not have a band-aid big enough to cover it

3) Since I landed on Asphalt I thought it might be a good idea to put anti-biotic stuff on it to avoid infection

When I got there the girl in charge of checking people in said they were booked for the day, and I explained that I just needed a band-aid for it. So she talked to a nurse who said she could clean it and bandage it up for me.

Sadly my supposition that I just needed a band-aid was greatly mistaken.

The Nurse took one look at it and said I needed stitches.

So there I sat two days from my 21st birthday being told I was going to have to get my first stitches.

I was not excited. 

So now I sit on the couch one day from my birthday with my knee throbbing so glad that I have a friend who can drive going home with me tonight since right now I don't think my knee would make the four hour drive from here to home.

Here's to my first stitches at almost 21 years of age.