So today, I rode my bicycle to the post office then to the gym and then back home. But after the post office, as I was on my way to the gym... I had a run-in with the police.
On my way to the post office from home, I noticed all these high school kids running... I assumed it was for track and field or cross country (since it was after school hours). I wanted to pass them on the sidewalk but they were all crowding the sidewalk (and there was no bicycle lane on the street). So I slowly followed behind them until I got a chance to pass them. I went to the post office, mailed off what I needed to mail off then headed for the gym. While I was heading for the gym, there was two high school girls running in front of me. Again, there was no bicycle lane and they were crowding the sidewalk, so I waited until I had a chance to pass them. But while I waited to pass them a police car was slowly tailing me. Once I passed the girls, the cop pulled right in front of me and started questioning me. Here's how it went...
Police: "Pull over. Do you have any weapons on you?"
Me: "What?"
Police: "Do you have any weapons on you?"
Me: "Uh, no."
Police starts frisking me and then asks... "What's that in your pocket?"
Me: "Cigarettes."
Police, kindof skeptical and rude: "You're riding a bike and smoking?"
I just look at him kind of dumbfounded cause the last time I checked it wasn't illegal to do that. The police just moves on what his next question.
Police: "What's in your backpack? Where are you headed?"
Me: "Water, towel. I'm headed to the gym."
Police: "What gym?"
Me: "24 hour fitness on so and so street."
Police: "Why were you riding up and down these streets? I just saw you riding on the other way, and now your headed in the opposite direction."
Me: "What? I haven't rode on this street today. I was at the post office. I have a receipt to prove that I was there."
Police looks dumbfounded and starts checking my backpack. Then asks a stupid question...
"What were you doing at the post office?"
Again, I look at him like 'WTF kindof question is that?'
The police simply states the obvious, "Were you mailing something?"
Me: "Uh, yeah." Still looking at him like WTF?
Police: "Sorry theres been a lot of wierdos following girls around here."
The whole time I was just shocked and in awe of what was happening. I couldn't stop laughing on my way to the gym cause of the stupid remarks that policeman made.
And my wife couldn't believe that happened to me out of all the people, cause I find it disgusting looking at any minor in that kind of way.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Surgery on Myself
Let me start off with what I did yesterday and earlier this week... there's a back story to it so bare with me.
A few months ago I got into a car accident that broke my nose and fractured a part of my skull (around the upper right part of my forehead). I also had lacerations (cuts) above my right eye, nose, and below my lower lip. This all required more than 30 stitches. Above all else, I had glass embedded into my face because the side window basically shattered directly onto, well, my face.
After everything started to heal and around the time I needed to go back to remove the stitches, I decided that I didn't want to spend money having somebody remove the stitches when I could easily do it myself (so I thought). I thought I got all the stitches but a couple weeks later I found out that I missed one above my eye. The stitch looked like a blood clot, or dried blood. By then my wounds basically closed so I had to make another incision (cut) to get to the stitch. While I got the stitch out, I found a piece of glass that was still stuck in face, so I removed that also.
Now, back to earlier this week. I had two spots on my nose that looked like blood clots, so I assumed it was two stitches that I missed. I made some incisions and tried looking for the stitches but couldn't find any. But once I started probing deeper, I realized it was a piece of glass causing the blood clots. So it took two days, an hour each day, to remove two pieces of glass from my nose. One of the pieces of glass was huge! At least a millimeter by millimeter by 1/2 millimeter.
This blog isn't meant to give you some type of inspiration to do surgery on yourself. And you can thank Nintendo DS - Trauma Center: Under the Knife, for the medical lingo.
A few months ago I got into a car accident that broke my nose and fractured a part of my skull (around the upper right part of my forehead). I also had lacerations (cuts) above my right eye, nose, and below my lower lip. This all required more than 30 stitches. Above all else, I had glass embedded into my face because the side window basically shattered directly onto, well, my face.
After everything started to heal and around the time I needed to go back to remove the stitches, I decided that I didn't want to spend money having somebody remove the stitches when I could easily do it myself (so I thought). I thought I got all the stitches but a couple weeks later I found out that I missed one above my eye. The stitch looked like a blood clot, or dried blood. By then my wounds basically closed so I had to make another incision (cut) to get to the stitch. While I got the stitch out, I found a piece of glass that was still stuck in face, so I removed that also.
Now, back to earlier this week. I had two spots on my nose that looked like blood clots, so I assumed it was two stitches that I missed. I made some incisions and tried looking for the stitches but couldn't find any. But once I started probing deeper, I realized it was a piece of glass causing the blood clots. So it took two days, an hour each day, to remove two pieces of glass from my nose. One of the pieces of glass was huge! At least a millimeter by millimeter by 1/2 millimeter.
This blog isn't meant to give you some type of inspiration to do surgery on yourself. And you can thank Nintendo DS - Trauma Center: Under the Knife, for the medical lingo.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
