I hate to come off as overly whiny, but OW!!! My knee hurts!! Stupid gravel-patch-that-I-knew-was-coming-but-I-took-at-too-high-a-speed-anyway-and-got-exactly-what-I-deserved. Oye!
The aftermath is getting a bit funnier 24+ hours later. I had to go to the local pharmacy today to peruse their selection of gauze and bandaging optons. There's a bunch! I'm currently rocking a non-stick gauze pad on the knee wound itself, and am securing it in place with what looks like a piece of a white mesh stocking.
Passed out on the boulevard, torn fishnets, woozy in the head: suddenly it's 1987 again? Never mind.
This current binding option was necessary after last nights rough attempt at cobbling together some sort of bandage. I had a first aid kit that I take camping, but I learned a valuable lesson there. If your first aid kit is more than a year old, chuck it! Everything in it is all dried out and of no practical use. Trust me. Fortunately I had a roll of sterilized gauze, and two different rolls of first aid tape; one that would cause me to rip out the hairs on my leg every time I change it, and one that I thought would not.
I went for the obvious choice, but was having a real hard time getting it to work. I mean, I didn't want it to stick to me, but I needed it to stick to something. That's when I made an interesting realization. The non-stick first aid tape was not non stick first aid tape. It was , in fact, the plumbers tape that you use to line the threads of a faucet nozzle before screwing it together to prevent leakage.
Frustrated but undeterred I simply took it, and used it like string to tie the gauze to me. I eventually had to add the sticky tape too. Had a few gritted teeth moments during the pull aways this morning.
Fortunately, though, it did the trick. Good thing too, because though I'm sure he was really concerned for my well being, Tom made more than one revealing comment about me not bleeding or oozing onto the sheets.
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