Everybody knows that getting older comes with some new things to adjust to and learn to cope with and that all of them are not wonderful. I can remember when my dad started getting older one of the things that happened to him was that he would frequently discover a minor bruise or cut on himself and have no awareness of how or when it happened.
My turn.
I was in WalMart earlier today and I was walking along in front of the electronic department and one of the ladies in that department came running up to me and put her hands on my shoulders and asked me if i was alright. Scared the heck out of me.
I followed her eyes down to my right forearm and was startled to see blood gushing down my arm and dripping off my middle and ring fingers. WHOA! I couldn't see, for all the blood, what was wrong with my arm. The lady escorted me back to the restrooms in the back of the store where I went in the mens room and she went into the employees area. I washed the "gash" in cold water and applied pressure with wet paper towels. When the bleeding had stopped I went back out and the lady had alcohol wipes and band aids waiting for me.
The injury looked like a .22 caliber bullet hole except that it was very shallow. The thing about it is that it is right over a blood vessel. My blood vessels are very close to the surface on my bony forearms and that it why it was bleeding so profusely. All I can think of is that I walked passed something and swung my arm just wrong and it hit....whateveritwas.
A very, very minor injury but I SHOULD have felt it when it happened?! Guess I'll have to start being a little more careful. Sigh..... Anyway my thanks for the first aid rendered my the nice lady at WalMart.
My turn.
I was in WalMart earlier today and I was walking along in front of the electronic department and one of the ladies in that department came running up to me and put her hands on my shoulders and asked me if i was alright. Scared the heck out of me.
I followed her eyes down to my right forearm and was startled to see blood gushing down my arm and dripping off my middle and ring fingers. WHOA! I couldn't see, for all the blood, what was wrong with my arm. The lady escorted me back to the restrooms in the back of the store where I went in the mens room and she went into the employees area. I washed the "gash" in cold water and applied pressure with wet paper towels. When the bleeding had stopped I went back out and the lady had alcohol wipes and band aids waiting for me.
The injury looked like a .22 caliber bullet hole except that it was very shallow. The thing about it is that it is right over a blood vessel. My blood vessels are very close to the surface on my bony forearms and that it why it was bleeding so profusely. All I can think of is that I walked passed something and swung my arm just wrong and it hit....whateveritwas.
A very, very minor injury but I SHOULD have felt it when it happened?! Guess I'll have to start being a little more careful. Sigh..... Anyway my thanks for the first aid rendered my the nice lady at WalMart.