Well, I had an adventure today.
Band, fourth hour. We're out on the field, practicing for tomorrow night's opening game. About 2:10, we had run the show once and were going to do it again. Traditionally, we like to run like spazzes to our spots, and that's just what we did.
There's a problem with running with a bass drum. It tends to lean you forward. It's also not a great thing to run with, especially since it limits how high you can lift your legs. Long story short, I lost my balance, tripped, and kinda fell/rolled onto my drum and then to the ground.
"Drummer down!" somebody called out. A few seconds later - "oh my God she's bleeding!" I opened my eyes to see grass blades covered in blood, my arm completely splattered, and seeing a steady drip coming from my mouth. My first thought was that I had lost some teeth - luckily, no. Lorenza swooped down and was shouting for our director. "Struyk! She's bleeding! Struyk! Struyk! Blood! Um...code red! Code red!"
There were also two gym classes outside, so one of the teachers was called over to help. Well, she proved useless and just kinda stood there. Everyone told me not to look at the blood, which wasn't bothering me, and I really wanted to, but yeah, they prevented me from doing so. >_>; Struyk and Lorenza get me off my stomach and into a sitting pose, then apparently he stripped mid-field to give me his undershirt to soak up the blood.
Chin propped in Struyk-shirt, we sat and waited for the nurse. "Um...you guys an go inside!" Struyk called to the band. Ah...what fun...
Nurse comes, I get back inside and she bandages up my chin to help with the blood flow - which by this point, has stopped. Lorenza cleaned off my arm and got me my bag before bringing to my attention that my Gizmonics necklace had broken. Oh, and it had blood on it. My counselor popped in and was like "why do you have your camera?" as I took it out to snap a shot.
Mom came and took me to the hospital. Fairly uneventful: got cleaned up some more and got numbed up [shots huuuuuuuurt] before getting - wait for it, wait for it...seventeen stitches. After coming home, my director called and talked to me for a little bit. Turns out I beat him for stitch count when he got his nose messed up. I also got blood on both the drum and the carrier, which the drumline cleaned up. "Dude, I've permanently imbued myself on both of them! Awesome!"
Lorenza put it best: I looked like I had taken on and defeated some wild animal. It's a shame I didn't get a picture of the varsity field [first casualty goes to a band geek!] or my face [I didn't even see how I looked]. But if it wasn't for the fact that my chin's a bit numb and sore and there's an emergency room bracelet on my wrist, this would be just like any other day...
Edit: For your enjoyment disgustment records, here's a photo of me and my stitches.
