I'm moving some boxes on one of those two-wheelers or rolling carts whatever you call them. I was trying to get it thru a glass door with an automatic closer without scratching the glass. Well right in the middle of this, I trip over it and bang my leg up against the flat part that's used for lifting boxes.
My thoughts, in about this order.
- Ow, that hurts. What a dumb thing to do.
- Oh oh. It's bleeding. That's not so good.
- Oh no, Those cuts are pretty big. I better change out of my panties (I was underdresed) in case I have to go to the Emergency Room. I know that the ER won't care, but my wife surely will if she accompanies me to the ER.
So, I'll bet you're wondering what this has to do with crossdressing.
I'm going to the Keystone Conference next week, so this is when I start thinking about the problems with Plan A.
- This is going to look just great with a skirt. NOT.
- Maybe I better re-think the pedicure I was planning. I'm not very trusting that the pedi baths get sterilized between each customer, and I'm not going to do a pedi with an open cut.
I changed surepticiously into tighty whities and went to the ER. I told my wife that I could handle this on my own. I ended up with 4 stitches and 1 tetnus shot.
The stitches need to come out in 10 days.
Oh, shoot. That's next Saturday. I'm going to be at Keystone. I'm going to have to find someone in Harrisburg to remove my stitches.
Oh shoot, oh shoot. I'm going to be in full girl mode all weekend. Nails done, makeovers scheduled. How am I going to manage to get my stitches removed in full girl mode? They're going to want to see my ID to preclude insurance fraud (borrowing someone's insurance card fraudulently to get treatment covered by insurance). I'm going to have to go to a medical facility with my girl looks and my boy ID. This will be interesting!