Stitches

I'm a fast walker, period. What can I say - it's efficient. But that efficiency comes at a cost. I often knick my hips on walls b/c I turn corners to quick. I stub my toes regularly from tripping in the middle of the street.

But today's fast walking injury takes the cake. The scene: me leaving a busy grocery store. As I was headed toward the "automatic" sliding glass door (an overly windexed sliding glass door, I might add) I started looking beyond the door and into the street. I must have been moving at a pretty swift pace because the motion detectors didn't even sense me ,and thus the automatic door failed to open.

Next thing I knew some Spanish grocery bagger was telling me to look into her eyes and stay calm. She looked really freaked out and I didn't understand why. Then I started seeing rose petals fall from the ceiling, only to realize it was my own blood. Half an hour later I was in an amulance trying to answer medical questions in my broken spanglish. That's me in the ambulance below... I was pretty 'out of it' at this point.

But after 3 stitches and some gelato I was feeling much better!