Yesterday while rushing for a meeting in the evening, I hurt my left toe with the steel edge of the glass door of my cabin. I grimaced at the pain and continued to run in my heels but the blood gushing out made it extremely difficult. RIP my pretty, polka dotted heels. I shall miss you and replacing you will be hard.
My female colleagues were kind enough to help me wrap it with a bandage before the entire office floor got soiled. The flesh was visible and the wound looked serious enough to warrant stitches.
I had to run-hop-limp in my heels to the next office for the meeting. In case you are wondering, yes, I would classify the meeting as a life and death situation. Throughout the 45 mins, I kept the toe facing upwards so the blood wouldn’t soil the carpet of a senior person’s cabin. Because priorities!!! Also, I can proudly claim that I have given my sweat, tears and blood to this job. Literally. There are witnesses.
Then I had to run-hop-limp to my car and drive home. I called KC and told him we need to rush to the hospital. A smarter person would have driven to the hospital directly and asked KC to meet her there. But when I make foolish decisions, I like to see them through to the end. They make life much more interesting and blog worthy.
KC drove me to the hospital we go to for minor ailments. Fortis is for messed up surgeries and when we like to savour our coffee at Costa Coffee for an hour while waiting for an appointment. He had an important international work call and gets queasy around blood, so he disappeared after handing me over to the nurse. I wish I was a man and had the luxury of being uncomfortable around blood.
I like people who have a wicked sense of humour of the darkest shade. The more screwed up the better. Except if that person is my doctor.
Actual conversation with the doc:
Him : This needs stitches
Me (a stitches virgin) : But you will give an anaesthetic, right?
Him : No. Why do you need one?
Me : Because it will hurt like hell
Him (grinning) : Who said that?
continues grinning while I look horrified
Me : Are you joking? You aren’t serious, are you? You shouldn’t joke with your patients. This isn’t funny, you know.
Grins wider at my outburst
The anaesthetic is given and doc is examining the toe.
Him : The side nail is broken
Me : Shit. Is that serious? Don’t nails grow out?
Him : Grins
Me : Can you please stop with all the jokes?
My partner was nowhere to be found so I paid the bill and bought the medicines.
I reached the car and waited for KC to finish his call. You know what’s worse than talking to your own colleagues after 7 pm? Listening to someone else talk to his/her colleagues after 7 pm. After 15 mins, I decided to drive us home while the toe was still numb because that was less painful than overhearing work conversations.
I will write a rant about how much my life sucks after 2 more non gym and non running days so please hang around the blog.