Watch Where You're Going!

I took Sir R to dinner on the Thursday before Baltimore's Artscape Festival.  For those of you that are unfamiliar - http://www.artscape.org/.  We went to our favorite place, Tapas Teatro, which happens to be located on one of the streets that is shut down for Artscape.  We had to park a block away and walk.  The street was closed down and there was a large trailer parked on the sidewalk.  Sir R was a little bit ahead of me (so we could squeeze by the trailer), and holding my hand, so I was walking a little faster than usual and was not exactly watching where I was going.  I mean, come on, who expects there to be a 4 inch metal pipe sticking out of the left side of a sidewalk!?

I'm sure you can guess what happened next.  Rather than walking over the pipe, I walked into it.  The pain was minimal as my endorphins kicked in, so I assumed I had just whacked my foot hard.  I'm thinking, "that'll be a nice bruise."  When we stepped into the restaurant I looked down to discover that my foot was bleeding heavily.  I'm talking big drops of blood rolling down the top of my foot.  To the bathroom I went to try to clean myself up.  After about 5 minutes I went and sat with my husbando, thinking that the bleeding had stopped.  I was certainly wrong.  It bled, although much more slowly, throughout most of dinner.  

Now, I have a lovely scar on the top of my foot.  I'm assuming that, in time, it will fade, as most of mine do.  (although I still have the gill shaped scar from my neighbor's lantern last summer, just not as noticeable.)  Please see scar photo attached.....