I had to go to the Emergency room hospital twice. Running across the highway holding my bike I tripped, when I landed a glass bottle of beer broke, I was shaky, sweating and annoyed. When I got home I realized their was a big gash in my side with severed muscle that bleeds profusely in certain positions.
I put all my pressure on it and tell my mom to talk to 911. They get me sewed up and x-rayed and I can go home. So I walk home in a hospital gown, and because I’m a stubborn mule I bought the same beer that mutilated me in the first place and limp home.
A police officer pulls me over thinking I’m a runaway from a mental institution, I show him my hospital discharge and I’d he lets me go. He notices the beer and says I can’t drink that in public but it was empty by the time so I told him I forgotten when I drank it, and was just carrying the bottle to not liter.
I get home, the muscle itself starts making a hematoma, instead of calling the 911 twice since the external bleeding stopped I just head back to the hospital on bike at 4am clutching my side, sweating profusely,I told them about my concerns of muscular hematoma and rabdomyalisis.
Both show up, I correctly diagnosed myself. Now they’re keeping me for a day and running test and treatments, including antibiotics and saline.
This day has been buck wild. Life just got real.