Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Bad Blogger, No Cookie.

I know, I know, I've neglected again. I throw myself on the mercy of the court.

So, what's been going on? Well, we had a lovely weekend in Newport, Rhode Island that wasn't without some stepfather drama on the fringes. Suffice to say Newport is now very close to places I would leave NY for in a hot second.

What else? Oh yes, the Subway Incident. Ready for this one? Take a seat, pop some popcorn, this is a good one.

I had a bit of an adventure that required me leaving work at noon. To go to the freaking hospital. Why? Because I am a freak and New York sucks. Anyway. Heartbreaker goes to camp in NYC, so we get off at 53rd and 3rd yesterday morning, like always. As we go up the escalator - and, for those non-New Yorkers reading, escalators in New York have express lanes, I kid you not; if you just want to stand and allow the escalator to do its job and transport you, you stay to the right. If you use the escalator as a walking path, you go to the left. True story. Anyway, we're in the express lane, and everyone in that lane acts like some crazed serial killer is behind them.

Some jacka$$ must have stepped on the back of my sneaker because obviously being right up my rear end was going to get him or her to the top of the escalator that much more quickly. I fell, hit my leg on the step, which is like a little claw. I got up, saw I was bleeding, didn't think much of it. Got Will to camp, got to work, and cleaned up the leg, which looked worse cleaned up. I had a hole of about 1-inch in my shin. I tried to bandage it up, but it kept bleeding through, so around noon, I went home. Mike met me there, checked the cut, and apparently, I was cut to the bone. So he drove me to the ER, where I waited a really long freaking time, and got three stitches and a tetanus shot.

In knitting updates, I finished the Rattlesnake Socks! Now, I need to find something else to knit. I'm thinking of the French Market Bag from Knitty. But will I use it?


Stacey said...

ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch...ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch... escalators are evil...

Anonymous said...

that sounds like it hurt a lot. I think it deserves some Yolato this week when you are up to it!!!

We think alike - I was thinking of the French Market Bag to use up some stash :-)

Linda said...

Holy shit! That's horrible and must've hurt like a mofo. Jeez, I hope you feel better soon, you poor thing.

(Not-So) Cynical Gal said...

Holy crap!! I am so sorry about your leg-eating escalator situation. Geez!

I think, as a tote bag addict, a French Market Bag is a great idea!