Fuzzy- you are a walking medical dilemna..he he he..

Here is a funny one. I was a senior in high school. I was, as usual, sans socks in the winter. I don't know why, but we never wore socks in the winter (doesn't help that mom didn't buy us any, either..he he he). So, I was going out the door, rushing, to catch the 1/4 mile ride to school (hey, I had an image to maintain). I jumped down the front steps of our house, hit a patch of ice, and SLID about 12 feet, with my one foot underneath me, until I hit the wall of the carport. Did it hurt? Not really, by my estimation, all the nerve cells had been flat burned off by the contstant contact with the CEMENT. So, on to school I went, we parked, and I walked in. The vice principal stopped me and asked me what had happened...exactly why did I have blood running up my leg? I had on tan cords..and they 'wicked' the blood from my foot substantially up the pant leg of my pants! It was kind of humorous, in reflection...and yes, it did finally start to hurt..and scabbed forever..but, the site of probably four inches of blood up my pant leg must have been pretty scary for a VP to see first thing in the am.