Monday, November 5th, 2012
I cracked my head on a machine, and due to my persistence at scratching it it became infected, until I finally lanced it with my pocketknife in the shower friday morning.
Later, on the plane, I rubbed it and started the bleeding again. Not a lot, but my hair is fairly short (I’m overdue for a high&tight but I may just wait until spring) and it’s easy to spot.
Flight attendant: “Sir” (Whispering in my ear)”Your head is bleeding”
me, touching hand to head “So it is. Can I get another Mr and Mrs T?”
Flight attendant “Would you like a bandaid or something?”
me: “it won’t stick to my hair. It’ll stop in a second or two” I grabbed a napkin off her tray and dabbed the frsh blood off my neck and sure enough it was gone. My blood clots like a maniac.
Flight attendant:” Arent’ you concerned?”
Me: “Yes, if you spill that coffee on me you will be too” (She had been holding the carafe over my crotch all this time)
I guess I just dont’ get too excited about too much anymore.