Ow! Ow ! Ow!

While at my friend Bill's place last night, I stood up from the couch at one point to get something from the kitchen and walked right into the large birdcage he has for his pet parrot. My knee, specifically, is what hit the birdcage and after a few moments of "ow!" and some wincing from those who saw me hit it I went into the kitchen trying to walk off the pain. I specifically told Jackie that this was a classic case of having about 30 seconds of "FUCK YOU!!" pain that soon fades.

But then I looked at my knee where it hit and saw a fair amount of blood. uh-oh.

Turns out to be pretty ugly. Not crippling or anything, but from what I can see it looks like what I did was rip open an old scar, one I have had since middle school as far as I can remember. Now it will be nice and prominent again when it heals.

I'm not clear on how scar tissue works/grows. Obviously my knee is larger now than when I first got the scar. But is scar tissue self-growing, or does the same amount of material just stretch out over time? If it grows more, why does it not start producing healthy, normal skin? Pheh, I am overthinking this (again)

Anyway, I am limping slightly. Not as bad as I was last night, but still annoying. This better be OK by the time I want to bike to work!

Overall, I am a little jittery and nervous this week. I have a strategy meeting with the company bigwigs for my division of the company. In addition to the usual stuff that would make me jittery about this, I have to confront (in a calm manner) one of the VP's who has been trying to effectively take over my operation. This is the same VP who decided (by himself) that we didn't need a new call center built and, as a result, let my new Customer Service Rep. have to wander from desk to desk around the building, unable to do her primary job. Gee, thanks. He claims to have done this as a cost saving measure since the new Call center cost all of $5000 to build. Of course, while he lectures me on the cost, he has a subcontractor for lawn cutting and another one for landscaping that he is paying so much that he could hire a professional gardener to do the work. Again, Pheh!

In other news, my brother managed to find this blog. By accident, or so he claims.