I was riding my bike to work in the rain, when I was crossing the bridge it was slick and my knee went right into the grates.
I got to work, wrapped it with a clean rag, and opened up shop. After an hour or so, once I was finished, I checked and the blood had soaked through. Hmm, that doesn’t seem good.
I went on my smoke break and was chatting with a courier about it, worrying if my bike was damaged. He took one look at my knee and said, “fuck your shitty ass bike, you need to go to a hospital!”
So I went and got my first and only stitches. The nurse got annoyed with me because I was very interested in the whole process and probably was all up in her space. I now have two little arrows on me knee pointing 🆙