Several years ago, I received brilliant advice from someone.
This is Uncle Aaron. He is a world traveler with more stories than you can shake a stick at. One of those stories involves a winter night, Neosporin, and a valuable lesson learned.
It was a dark, cold winter night. Uncle Aaron was walking around town, per usual, to get where he needed to go. Along his route, he needed to cross the Burnside Bridge. In order to cross the Burnside Bridge on foot, you need to ascend some stairs:
While jogging up the stairs, his foot caught on the step and he went down hard…right on his face. He couldn’t catch himself because his hands were in his pockets. He ran home and did some first aid. He cleaned himself up with peroxide, applied some Neosporin and a Band-Aid and went straight to bed. He woke up in the morning to find the gash in his head never stopped bleeding. His pillow was soaked and his hair matted with dried blood. He sought medical attention. Seven stitches later, we saw him at the Pub. He walked in with his head bandaged. We were all concerned something terrible had happened. We asked if he had been assaulted. He chuckled and shook his head, then bashfully said “Don’t go up stairs with your hands in your pockets”. Lesson learned, Uncle Aaron. Lesson learned.
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