A long while back when I was a kid I used to really enjoy my BMX and jumping ramps that we would build to see who goes the furthest, highest, you know for competitive reasons. One day my beloved BMX got stolen and my pop feeling sorry for me purchased me a mountain bike, you know... 21 gears, disk brakes, bells and whistles and shocks all over the place. We went out and built one of the biggest, coolest ramps ever and while I did consider the bike unfit for jumping these style of ramps I went ahead anyway.
The impact knocked my arms back, and turned me into a missile (I wasn't wearing a helmet). I ended up striking the ground face first, puncturing my lip with a loose rock that embedded itself into my upper gum area. When I came to I felt blood running down my chin and onto my shirt, thinking it was my broken nose I plugged it it by squeezing the sides with my hand and sat there trying to figure out what to do next. My face was bruised but nothing serious, I had a swelling bruise on my forehead that was very numb to the touch and generally my stomach hurt as I landed right on the steering wheel with no hands to break my fall. A few short minutes later a lady ran out with a bowl of water and some cloth to help clean me up while we waited for the ambulance to come.
As she was running towards me she saw my face and the blood gushing out of my upper lip, I think she got nauseated by what was I'm sure a very bloody scene and fell mere feet from me spilling the bowl of water at my feet. She quickly recovered and used what was left in the bowl to clean my face a little and told me that I didn't need to plug my nose as it wasn't the think I was bleeding from. Anyway, the ambulance came, I ended up going to the emergency room to get the rock removed and received some stitches to fix up my upper lip. To this day I can see the scar, but I must say they did an excellent job with it because you really can barely notice it unless you know where to look.
Anyway, that was the dumbest way I hurt myself, and I'm not too proud of it.
I bet your granddad felt horrible for buying it. But there was no way for him to know the difference. And after something like that there is no way to explain things. Did you not feel the blood still pouring after you plugged your nose?
A long while back when I was a kid I used to really enjoy my BMX and jumping ramps that we would build to see who goes the furthest, highest, you know for competitive reasons. One day my beloved BMX got stolen and my pop feeling sorry for me purchased me a mountain bike, you know... 21 gears, disk brakes, bells and whistles and shocks all over the place. We went out and built one of the biggest, coolest ramps ever and while I did consider the bike unfit for jumping these style of ramps I went ahead anyway.
The impact knocked my arms back, and turned me into a missile (I wasn't wearing a helmet). I ended up striking the ground face first, puncturing my lip with a loose rock that embedded itself into my upper gum area. When I came to I felt blood running down my chin and onto my shirt, thinking it was my broken nose I plugged it it by squeezing the sides with my hand and sat there trying to figure out what to do next. My face was bruised but nothing serious, I had a swelling bruise on my forehead that was very numb to the touch and generally my stomach hurt as I landed right on the steering wheel with no hands to break my fall. A few short minutes later a lady ran out with a bowl of water and some cloth to help clean me up while we waited for the ambulance to come.
As she was running towards me she saw my face and the blood gushing out of my upper lip, I think she got nauseated by what was I'm sure a very bloody scene and fell mere feet from me spilling the bowl of water at my feet. She quickly recovered and used what was left in the bowl to clean my face a little and told me that I didn't need to plug my nose as it wasn't the think I was bleeding from. Anyway, the ambulance came, I ended up going to the emergency room to get the rock removed and received some stitches to fix up my upper lip. To this day I can see the scar, but I must say they did an excellent job with it because you really can barely notice it unless you know where to look.
Anyway, that was the dumbest way I hurt myself, and I'm not too proud of it.
I bet your granddad felt horrible for buying it. But there was no way for him to know the difference. And after something like that there is no way to explain things. Did you not feel the blood still pouring after you plugged your nose?