So when I visited Cincinnati last week to work in the admissions office for a day, I stayed in my new apartment for the first time. Boxes were everywhere, I haven’t unpacked at all, we just threw my bed on the floor and attempted to make our way through the maze of boxes and various other miscellaneous items that littered my floor and hoped to not step on anything too sharp.
Luckily, I didn’t step on anything, but worse. I woke up and went to head for a shower, and tripped, knocking the side of my foot into the corner of the wooden bulletin board laying on my floor. It KILLED. I sat on the floor, laughing that I just fell like an idiot by basically tripping on nothing, and wondered how bad my foot was cut. I thought it better be at least scratched with a little bit of blood so at least it’s cool with how bad it’s hurting and not just skinned. I picked my foot up and turned it to the side to see blood trickling down my entire foot, WAY worse than anticipated. And with that, it suddenly started hurting a lot more. I hopped up and on one foot hobbled to the bathroom to get to the tub. As I walked into the tub, I left bloody footprints all over the bottom of it, then looked back to see little bloody patches all over the bathroom floor where it was running down and dripping everywhere.
“Damnit! The carpet!” I thought, “My roommates are going to KILL me if I don’t freaking bleed out beforehand!”
I then attempted to rinse my foot in the tub as much as possible just to clean it out quickly as I hopped out of the tub, grabbed some toilet paper and started backtracking out of the bathroom to dab up the blood splotches on the carpet before it dried. As I got back to my room, I turned to go finish cleaning up my foot, to see an entirely new trail of blood splatters. I looked at my foot that I held up as I hopped around on one foot to see blood still running. Just my luck. I hopped back to the bathtub, sat there on the edge of the tub, of what looked like to be a murder scene with the amount of eerie bloody footprints everywhere, and tried to get my foot to stop bleeding. Eventually it stopped bleeding enough for me to get a bandaid on it and clean up the bloody macabre mess I made. All I have to say, is thank God for dark brown carpet.