I am such a mega-klutz.
Sunday I had to go in to work from 11-3pm. We were still in the midst of proposal hell (5 proposals, all due on Monday. Yeah last week was a ton of fun, folks) and I had to go in and do some work. That meant forgoing one of my rehearsals, but money is money. Oh and the fact that my two co-workers had each sacrificed their weekends the two weekends prior to this one. I guess I was due.
Anyway, I got up and drove in, because I was told (thankfully) by my manager that he would cover my parking expenses. And buy me lunch. OK I’m a cheapskate (and I like a free lunch) so why not, right?
I parked the car and started walking out, but the regular exit was blocked. You see, I work in the IBM building, which is right across the street from the former Chicago Sun-Times building, which is being torn down as I type this to build the colossal Trump Tower Chicago. So everything from one end of my building to the parking garage right next to it is an absolute mess. Sun-Times is half-gone and they have closed Wabash Avenue in front of my building and are tearing that down as well. Which is no big deal if your building is directly on solid land, but the street is elevated where we are, so there’s a massive crater where the street once was and everything is being re-routed around it. Again, pictures will tell the story better. (See at the end of this story.)
ANYWAY, since the parking garage’s exit was closed, I had to go out the auto entrance. Which meant walking down a rather steep decline with no steps. Which was treacherous because the ground was slick, because it was warm that day and ice and snow were melting. Which made my footing not-so-good. And so I slipped. And fell. On my left knee. And tore my favorite pair of jeans. And skinned my knee. Badly.
Needless to say, I was not in a wonderful mood when I got into the office.
So what happens when you skin your knee on the dirty pavement of a parking garage? Crud gets into your knee. And it gets infected. Nice, eh?
I cleaned it out the best I could and got some ointment from the first aid kit and bandaged it up with the tiny finger-sized bandages they had in supply. But I still had to work. And go to CGMC rehearsal after work.
Luckily I had a Gap gift card and was able to buy some replacement jeans quickly. One can’t be seen with a gaping hole in your pants and a bleeding, oozing knee peeking through it when you’re amongst 100+ gay men. (Grossed out yet?)
My point? This puppy hurts like a sonofagun. I’ve changed the bandages three times and it still is red. And oozy. I’ve used peroxide to clean it out and rebandaged it again tonight. I hope to see some healing soon.
Now aren’t you glad I shared that story with you?