Too Tough to Die
Wassup, y’all? So it’s your playa, slipperyp, back for an overdue
update. Check it…
So last Friday I have sort of a busy weekend planned. Tanya’s got a
hockey tournament in the tri-cities (of Iceland, Suburbia, and
Nowheresville, Washington) so I wanted to get home relatively early on
Friday to make the drive before the middle of the night. Things
started off poorly when I went out for the 4:35 bus and it just never
showed up. Missing the bus is a pain, but getting to the stop on time
and having the bus just not show up is much worse. You’re stuck in
this miserable purgatory: is the bus just late and I should wait? Is
the bus not coming at all and I should go for another route? I chose
to wait, and 45 minutes later, the next bus on that route eventually
showed.
Then there’s a Sonics game. Ugh. By the end of my commute, I’ve made
the 13 mile trip in about 2 hours so I probably could have jogged home
in about that much time. But this is where it gets exciting…
As I got off the bus at
usual stop, I was going to call Tanya to say “pack up the dog and
let’s get ready to hit the road!” when I was crossing the street and a
car sped off from the intersection it was stopped at and hit me!
Never having been hit by a car before, I was pretty surprised both at
the incident and at my catlike reflexes. Steve Rogers would have been
proud - I loosened my legs and jumped a little to let my body roll
with the impact as I landed on the hood of the car.
And that’s really most of the excitement. The driver was super nice
(as I think just about anyone would be if they almost mowed down a
pedestrian) and convinced me to get her name and phone number before I
left. This was good because I was just thinking “I’ve gotta get home”
and the moments pause I gained helped me realize that I actually had
what felt like an explosive cut on my lip. When I got home, Tanya
took me to the ER where we were both pretty sure I would wind up some
stitches (MORE stitches in my head - I can remember getting stitches 5
times in my life, four times have been in my head), but the attending
MD came in to look at my wound and told me it would probably heal on
its own. I had no idea when my last tetanus shot was, so now I’m good
with those until my 40’s and I went home with a slightly sore leg, a
very sore and swollen lip, and a shoulder that would eventually erupt
into fiery pain for the next few days as the tetanus shot took over.
So we got ready and left the following morning instead (this was also
interesting because it gave us the opportunity to see the fallout
after one of the imbecile assholes in the rental next door to me drove
his car home drunk that morning, blew out one of the tires on his
Jeep, and ran into a neighbor’s car). We got to Kennewick in time for
Tanya’s team’s second game, which they won, and in time for the game
Sunday morning which they lost but where she scored a goal.
So this weekend I’m hoping I can relax a little and maybe take care of
some neglected yardwork.