I don't really get sick all that often...
...but damn, I hurt myself a lot. The latest chapter in any cuts, scrapes, bruises, or other general injuries I've incurred took place earlier today. I was striking the set for the film I worked on this weekend, taking down flats, unscrewing platforms, etc. So anyway, I kneel down on one platform to remove one of its legs, and my knee comes down onto an industrial staple that was poking out.
Obviously I stood up immediately to assess what the hell had happened, and almost as quickly, blood started gushing out my knee. And I know it sounds like an exaggeration when I say "gushing," but this was actually pretty close. Only later did I realize why there was so much blood. It's the can-opener effect. Stick with me. You know when you have a large can of, let's say, tomato sauce? You poke holes on either side of the top of the can so it pours out more easily. Now think of my knee as a can of tomato sauce... a staple would inflict two wounds... I think you get the picture.
So like I said, I'm bleeding fairly profusely from what I had assumed (based on the pain I was feeling) was not a very big wound. So I'm a little confused. And as I hobble out of the studio, the blood continues to run down my leg, so now it looks like I've hurt myself REAL bad. I was, in fact, bleeding so much, that there was a pretty constant stream that had reached my ankle sock, which was now soaking up any excess. Now I'm in the bathroom of Louis Hall, my leg up on the sink, and I'm wiping away blood from a wound that is annoyingly persistent.
I grab some paper towels and apply pressure so that I can make my way over to the security guard to ask if he has a first aid kit of any kind. He doesn't. I limp over to the WNUR DJs. They have nothing as well. So, realizing I need to continue the pressure on my knee in order to stop the bleeding, I walk back into the studio, a man with a mission. In true film major fashion, I grab a roll of gaff tape, and wrap it around the paper towel covering my knee so that it stays in place.
Fifteen minutes go by, and it appears that my make-shift bandage is working. I excuse myself to the bathroom to redress my wound. I remove the tape - HOLYMOTHEROFGODOUCH - and much to my surprise, not only has the bleeding completely stopped, but there are only two very small puncture wounds. I say I was surprised because if you had seen the blood covering my leg, you would have assumed there'd be a really cool scar to match. Nope. Not the case. Apparently I just bleed a lot.
And that's what I did today.
Final thought: The latest episode of The Office, in my opinion, wasn't as good as others. But maybe that's because it looks like Jim and Pam are drifting apart, and I really want them to get together. If you care to comment, do you think the show will/can make a third season?