![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
My lasting souvenir from Puerto Rico
The day the ship docked in Puerto Rico, our tour was later in the day. We got off and wandered around for a bit in the morning, just to see where we needed to meet and to take in a bit of San Juan.
As we were walking along the wide sidewalk along the seashore, a woman in a group of tourists passing by us inadvertently smacked the back of my hand with something she was holding. I don't know what it was, perhaps a hard sunglasses case. Maybe a brick. Or a small neutron star. Whichever way it was, it hurt like hell for a moment, and then started to bruise spectacularly.
This bruise is two weeks old to the day in this photo, and still prominent, although smaller than it was at the time. Today it's fainter, looking more like a smudge of dirt on my hand.
You can clearly see the point of impact of whatever it was. I didn't have any pain on flexing my hand, so no bruising, cracking, tearing, or breaking of structural stuff, just a powerful but small impact, perhaps directly onto a blood vessel.
I don't blame the woman for hitting me, but I do blame her for not turning around and saying "Sorry!" or "Whoops!" or something like that. There was no way she didn't feel the impact, too, and no excuse for not showing the basics of human decency. I only wish I'd screamed "OW!" or something at the time, but things that take me by surprise often result in dead silence from me, for whatever reason. Ah well.
As we were walking along the wide sidewalk along the seashore, a woman in a group of tourists passing by us inadvertently smacked the back of my hand with something she was holding. I don't know what it was, perhaps a hard sunglasses case. Maybe a brick. Or a small neutron star. Whichever way it was, it hurt like hell for a moment, and then started to bruise spectacularly.
This bruise is two weeks old to the day in this photo, and still prominent, although smaller than it was at the time. Today it's fainter, looking more like a smudge of dirt on my hand.
You can clearly see the point of impact of whatever it was. I didn't have any pain on flexing my hand, so no bruising, cracking, tearing, or breaking of structural stuff, just a powerful but small impact, perhaps directly onto a blood vessel.
I don't blame the woman for hitting me, but I do blame her for not turning around and saying "Sorry!" or "Whoops!" or something like that. There was no way she didn't feel the impact, too, and no excuse for not showing the basics of human decency. I only wish I'd screamed "OW!" or something at the time, but things that take me by surprise often result in dead silence from me, for whatever reason. Ah well.
no subject
no subject
no subject
Ow! Holy moly!
no subject