Ok, so I ripped this title from that brutal, but brilliant Slayer song 'Reign in Blood' which also became one of the cover songs on a Tori Amos album which she titled 'Rain in Blood'....so that is a little background and now on to the point of this post...
Just last week as I was casually strolling down the road - actually my dog and I were just about jogging - we stopped as people with dogs are prone to doing. Now, I don't really have a problem with stopping, unless it is every minute to sniff that tree or this blade of grass. So we stopped so Zoe could take care of business and then I anticipated continuing our walk...but that did not quite happen. Instead I turned around, took one step forward and found to my amazement that I was passionately embracing the concrete paving.
Of course, if you are like me and you fall, you prefer to just bounce back up and hope that no one noticed you...well, I managed the bouncing back up part, but that is where the similarities ended and the raining blood fell. I cannot believe how much blood was lost at the scene. Gee, I could have collected my own donation for the blood bank - would it still count?
5 minutes later.... I am still standing there....still bleeding.
5 minutes later...yep still bleeding...
Now it wasn't a drip, drip, drip kind of bleeding but the 'turn on the fire hose' kind, which is why I was standing in one place and not getting my butt home asap.
By now Zoe is looking frantic. I am still standing in the same place somewhat dazed and not really knowing what to do. The blood is still pouring down from my face and I cannot walk anywhere as I am unable to see much through the outpouring of blood...
But wait. Here comes a person walking along the path.....and there he goes. Maybe he didn't see me. At 3.30pm on a sunny afternoon - I really doubt that he didn't notice me. Hey, here comes another person...maybe he too was having issues with his vision. Or maybe they both live in areas where people often stand in the middle of the sidewalk, dripping blood on the paving with a distressed dog sitting by their side? It's a possibility, isn't it?
Now, don't get me wrong. I can seriously understand why a person would not want to come in contact with my blood, aids and other blood born diseases would cause me to be very cautious about handling someone else's blood. BUT I wasn't expecting someone to hold a tissue to my face! All I really expected was for someone to offer assistance. Offer a tissue. Offer to call someone for me as this was the one time where I left my cell phone at home. Gee, we live in a society people and it will fail to function properly if everyone just fends for themselves. Where is the love??
I decide that I cannot stand here forever so I went and leaned against a short ledge - at least this way the next person won't knock me over as they are racing past me, while acting indifferent to my dilemma. I soon learn that was a preemptive move on my behalf, as the next person came racing past soon enough. As soon as I could see somewhat clearly I noticed that there was a t-shirt just laying along the ledge...it seemed to be placed in a manner that someone had left it there knwoing that I would need it. Well I did need it thankyou very much, and although I did contemplate the amount of germs that it could be hiding - all that really mattered to me was being able to stop the bleeding.
To cut a long story short, Zoe and I proceeded to walk the 8 blocks home and on the way I stopped at a storage office and asked the guy at the desk for a tissue. The guy made me sit down, cleaned my wounds, gave me and Zoe a glass of water - actually Zoe was given a bowl of water as she would find it difficult drinking from a glass - and we headed home. My faith in mankind somewhat restored by this guys simple act of kindness...
Just as a precautionary measure I decided to pop down to see my doctor to ensure that I didn't need any stitches - it did help that the medical center is on the same street as my house. No stitches required but I was bandaged up and looked like a car wreck victim. But all is well that ends well...apart from the fact that we were leaving for our surprise anniversary trip the next day...vanity, vanity, pure vanity.
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