When simple housekeeping chores go horribly wrong

        So, this day started out with a grand plan to take care of a bunch of organizing and repair chores, but first I had to go to the store for some supplies. That accomplished, I pulled into my parking spot and was in the process of attaching the electric cord to my engine's heater when I slipped on some ice and crashed to the ground. I have been in Alaska for 50 years and this was the first time I ever slipped on ice and fell. I was more embarrassed than hurt, I thought. Now this part is cool. I had just about righted myself when a woman who lives here showed up. Her apartment is on the ground floor and looks out into the parking lot. She said her dog had gone to the window and was barking excitedly. When she looked out she saw me on the ground and came out to help. By that time I had things pretty much in hand so I thanked her and suggested she give her dog a treat. At the time I didn't think I'd been hurt, no pain anywhere so I headed upstairs too my place. On the way I thought I felt something like a liquid running down my arm but went on unconcerned. Well by the time I got to my place and took my jacket off I noticed what looked like blood on my wrist. I removed my long-sleeved pullover to take a look. I had to use a mirror because the source of the blood was on the underside of my forearm. I took a step back when I saw the wound. Who would have thought a wound like that passed through two heavy winter garments could look so awful. I thought immediately I was going to need stitches. Now, have you ever tried to put gauze on your underarm and get it taped down. I tried but then went down an asked my friend for some help taping me up for a trip to the emergency room. Two hours of waiting, examinations and X-rays, more waiting and finally sporting a huge gauze wrap and I drove home. No broken bones, no stitches. Now instead of clearing up some long neglected chores now I have a bigger mess. It never lets up.