It took the blue blur of my umbrella rolling madly away from me to hotwire me back to my senses. And despite the stinging on my palms and the strain in my arms, I was still able to grab my umbrella by its tail-end on time before the strong winds could blow it any further. I grunted a quick 'thank you' to the powers that be watching over me that afternoon before getting myself back upright, not caring whether people saw the complete and utter mess that was me or not. There was a dull thud in the instep of my left foot, but I focused on getting home right away.
As soon as I was inside the house, I went into the bathroom straight off to wash up. That was when I discovered the sensation on my foot was actually caused by a couple of scrapes which just started bleeding right there. I think the initial surprise at the sight of blood was the reason why I did not panic at all. Instead, I washed and soaped it thoroughly, after which, I got myself into my room, moistened a soft, clean cloth with alcohol, and dabbed my wound with it through gritted teeth. Yes, it hurt like heck, but I was hell-bent on cleaning it after wading through all that liquefied trash heap. I do not intend to die within two weeks just because a silly little bacteria managed to worm itself into my body through a tiny, insignificant gash in my foot. So take that, microscopic scum, and drown in 70% solution isopropyl alcohol.
In other news, something to look forward to!
A Snow Leopard! I've always felt drawn to them, animals of snow and hidden, cold places. Much thanks to R for the link!
