On a long ago vacation in Maine, I was climbing on rocks at the shore to retrieve a six-pack we had left in a tidal pool to keep cold. When we left it there, it was easily reachable, but the tide had come in and now it was a bit treacherous. When I was bent over, reaching down for the beer, a wave snuck up behind me and knocked me off the rocks on which I was standing, on to some other rocks that were less friendly. The result was a substantial gash in my thigh, that bled profusely. As my leg was already wet from landing in the water, the blood spread quickly all over my leg, making it look much worse than it was. As we did not have sufficient first aid supplies to deal with it, the decision was made to take me to the ER at the local hospital. While our car was parked nearby as the crow flies, my inability to fly meant I was going to have to traverse a narrow path up a 50 foot cliff to get to it. I found that as long as I didn't focus too much on the appearance of my blood-soaked leg, the climb was manageable, and we were off on our way to the hospital where I didn't bleed to death, needing only butterfly bandages rather than stitches to close the wound.

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