Cutting one’s foot at the beach happens often I think…
Today I gave myself a break from 12-16 hour internet days and I headed to the beach early and was swimming in the water by 9:30 am. There were many tourists and despite of that I was having a great time. The scenery was great, the water warm. I went exploring around the side of the hill that met the water and found small caves and some cool places to explore. I climbed the rocks, some of them very sharp, others, the more smooth limestone… I explored for 10 minutes and then found a small hill to climb where I could jump 20 or so feet into the water below.
I jumped and it always seems further when you’re falling through the air. I hit and went deep, but no problem since I jumped for the deep spot I could see. Another guy followed me and he was fine too. As I swam back toward the beach I felt a rock underneath me – and I hit it solidly with the ball of my right foot. I KNEW it was cut as it felt like a good rip.
I took a look by holding it above the water for a second, yep, bleeding. Damn, that cuts the day at the beach quite short, doesn’t it?
As I swam into shore and hopped to my stuff a guy called to me – “What happened?” I told him I just cut my foot on a submerged rock. As I was drying off and pouring fresh water over it, opening it a little bit to make sure the water got in good and rinsed it before I found some hydrogen pyroxide at the pharmacy.
The guy comes up to me and says, “After your’e done rinsing it out you should spray this antiseptic into it”. I looked and he had a small can of it ready. I said, “Wow, you’re prepared.” I was thankful he had some so quickly after I got cut and it seemed like he was a genuinely helpful guy. He said, “Yeah, I’m always prepared. I cut my hand here the other day.” He showed me the healed scar – at least a month old.
He asked how deep it was. I said, not very… about a centimeter. He opened it up with his thumb and forefinger – stinging it a bit, and said, “Oh that’s pretty deep. You’re going to need stitches in that. I’m a nurse.”
I looked at it again, and opened it up myself… It was maybe a centimeter deep and not even 2 inches long.
I’m no stranger to lacerations. I’d had the cheek of my arse ripped open when I was in high school and that was a 3/4 inch deep rip about 9 inches long. I didn’t get stitches for THAT, I was not going to get stitches for this small “abrasion”. In my mind it was a small abrasion… though there was a good amount of blood pouring out of it.
I said, “It’s not that deep… I’m not going to get stitches…”
The guy stands up and in one motion is walking away and says sarcastically and as loud as he can, “OK, have a good day!” and walks away with his life giving staphlococcus killing spray antiseptic bouncing heavily in the plastic bag in his left hand.
What a jackass!
Jackasses that offer suggestions that are not followed think they’ve been slighted for some strange reason. This guy had some kind of issue with people not following his advice. Nurse or whatever he was, he didn’t really want to help because he ‘cared’. He wanted to help to get some respect. When I didn’t show him all the respect he felt he was due, he left without caring at all what happened.
Strange guy, but I’ve met lots of people like this.
Their attempt to help is only to gain respect, not because they actually give a shite about another human being… but they’re unfulfilled as human beings… they look at it as an opportunity to make themselves feel more important and get a small power trip. He wanted to feel important among the group of people that was there today, not feeling important enough already I guess.
To the fat jackass at the beach today… Don’t feign interest in helping others unless you feel it in your soul that you want to help. Nobody needs your half-assed offers that are thinly disguised attempts at making you feel better about your lame self.
Get out of Thailand you PUTZ!