Finding guys lying in the middle of the road and such.

Today? MAN. And all I thought about doing was taking care of my (once again itchy) dogs, going shopping, remedying my foggy fish tank, cleaning a bit, and writing.

But when I got to the pet store to inquire about the fish tank (and tell them about my poor deceased lovely black angelfish,) there was a bloody guy lying in the road between parking lots, with a motorcycle a few yards away from him, and two elderly gentlemen standing around. Sooooo I went over to them. One of the older guys had called 911, but then they were just standing there. The guy in the road looked kind of stiff and my first thought was that maybe he was already dead and frozen or something. On closer inspection I saw he was indeed alive, but holding both his arms all weird and stiff. I asked the two older guys what had happened and they were both kinda, "Buhhh, we don't, uhh, we didn't see anything, errr..."

I went to the guy on the ground, saw he was kind of semi-awake, and asked him his name. (John.) Could he move his fingers and feet?) (Kind of.) Could he feel everything? (Yes.) Could he breathe okay? (Yes.) Could he see how many fingers I was holding up? (Two.) I totally suck at these kinds of things and I asked stupid questions like, "Does, uhh, anything hurt? I mean, aside from probably everything?" I told him, "Sorry you're having such a bad day." I mean, I didn't know wtf else to say. Watching some guy lie there and bleed is apparently an Awkward Social Situation. I fail at those. I am so not cool the way people are on TV emergencies.

Anyway. I couldn't see his eyes because he had sunglasses on, kind of wedged into his helmet and I didn't like to remove them and risk moving his neck or anything. They were all covered in blood. Also, blood all over his mouth and from his nose. Maybe he lost a tooth or something, or broke his nose. His arms just looked really awkward; I think he landed on his side and maybe separated his shoulder or broke his clavicle or something icky like that. It was about minus 40 degrees so I got a blanket out of my trunk and put it on him. Then he kind of woke up a little and the only thing on his mind was, "OMFG HOW'S MY BIKE? IS THE BIKE OKAY?!" I looked it over and told him the truth: I had no idea if it was okay or not, but it didn't look too bad. The thing that goes over the front tire was cracked and a piece was missing. The whole thing looked scratched. I asked him what happened and he said some lady in a car hit him but he didn't know where she'd gone. I asked him if she'd driven off and left him there.

That's when this little elderly woman stepped up to the scene and said, "I'm right here! And I didn't hit him, he hit me! He came flying out from behind that snowbank, just flying and probably not even looking, and just crashed into the side of my car!" I made that "calm down," hand motion that my college professor used to always make when the class got rowdy, but all I could think of to say was, "Well. Everyone's alive, right?" DUH. I asked her if she was okay too, and she said that she was all right, just upset.

Then the ambulance and the cops showed up and were looking for witnesses. One of them asked if I'd hit the motorcycle guy. "No," I said. "I just kind of showed up and, I dunno. Got a blanket."

As they loaded him into the ambulance I said, "Bye, John. I hope you, uhh. Feel better soon. Your bike, too."

Yes, I am so cool like that. :/

But there was one kind of cool part. This lady cop showed up, and she was really skinny with auburn hair and the only thing I could think of was "OMFG DEBRA MORGAN." I even almost said that, but fortunately I was able to refrain.

Then I got some stuff to clear my fish tank, stopped home to check the dogs on the way to the grocery store, bought some groceries and, yeah. Took care of my itchy dogs, washed a bunch of stuff, cleaned, dyed my hair.

But honestly, how often do you go out shopping and find a man lying in the road?

That's kind of a funny question actually, because I do tend to either witness accidents or their aftermath with unusual frequency and then somehow get involved. My Dad always did, too. Maybe it's a family thing.

Well, that was the intense part of my day. Hope that guy's all right, though.

Finding guys lying in the middle of the road and such.

Today? MAN. And all I thought about doing was taking care of my (once again itchy) dogs, going shopping, remedying my foggy fish tank, cleaning a bit, and writing.

But when I got to the pet store to inquire about the fish tank (and tell them about my poor deceased lovely black angelfish,) there was a bloody guy lying in the road between parking lots, with a motorcycle a few yards away from him, and two elderly gentlemen standing around. Sooooo I went over to them. One of the older guys had called 911, but then they were just standing there. The guy in the road looked kind of stiff and my first thought was that maybe he was already dead and frozen or something. On closer inspection I saw he was indeed alive, but holding both his arms all weird and stiff. I asked the two older guys what had happened and they were both kinda, "Buhhh, we don't, uhh, we didn't see anything, errr..."

I went to the guy on the ground, saw he was kind of semi-awake, and asked him his name. (John.) Could he move his fingers and feet?) (Kind of.) Could he feel everything? (Yes.) Could he breathe okay? (Yes.) Could he see how many fingers I was holding up? (Two.) I totally suck at these kinds of things and I asked stupid questions like, "Does, uhh, anything hurt? I mean, aside from probably everything?" I told him, "Sorry you're having such a bad day." I mean, I didn't know wtf else to say. Watching some guy lie there and bleed is apparently an Awkward Social Situation. I fail at those. I am so not cool the way people are on TV emergencies.

Anyway. I couldn't see his eyes because he had sunglasses on, kind of wedged into his helmet and I didn't like to remove them and risk moving his neck or anything. They were all covered in blood. Also, blood all over his mouth and from his nose. Maybe he lost a tooth or something, or broke his nose. His arms just looked really awkward; I think he landed on his side and maybe separated his shoulder or broke his clavicle or something icky like that. It was about minus 40 degrees so I got a blanket out of my trunk and put it on him. Then he kind of woke up a little and the only thing on his mind was, "OMFG HOW'S MY BIKE? IS THE BIKE OKAY?!" I looked it over and told him the truth: I had no idea if it was okay or not, but it didn't look too bad. The thing that goes over the front tire was cracked and a piece was missing. The whole thing looked scratched. I asked him what happened and he said some lady in a car hit him but he didn't know where she'd gone. I asked him if she'd driven off and left him there.

That's when this little elderly woman stepped up to the scene and said, "I'm right here! And I didn't hit him, he hit me! He came flying out from behind that snowbank, just flying and probably not even looking, and just crashed into the side of my car!" I made that "calm down," hand motion that my college professor used to always make when the class got rowdy, but all I could think of to say was, "Well. Everyone's alive, right?" DUH. I asked her if she was okay too, and she said that she was all right, just upset.

Then the ambulance and the cops showed up and were looking for witnesses. One of them asked if I'd hit the motorcycle guy. "No," I said. "I just kind of showed up and, I dunno. Got a blanket."

As they loaded him into the ambulance I said, "Bye, John. I hope you, uhh. Feel better soon. Your bike, too."

Yes, I am so cool like that. :/

But there was one kind of cool part. This lady cop showed up, and she was really skinny with auburn hair and the only thing I could think of was "OMFG DEBRA MORGAN." I even almost said that, but fortunately I was able to refrain.

Then I got some stuff to clear my fish tank, stopped home to check the dogs on the way to the grocery store, bought some groceries and, yeah. Took care of my itchy dogs, washed a bunch of stuff, cleaned, dyed my hair.

But honestly, how often do you go out shopping and find a man lying in the road?

That's kind of a funny question actually, because I do tend to either witness accidents or their aftermath with unusual frequency and then somehow get involved. My Dad always did, too. Maybe it's a family thing.

Well, that was the intense part of my day. Hope that guy's all right, though.