So the title may be slightly misleading, but I had an interesting experience on Thursday night. Brooke, Betsy (an American friend and fellow Plaza Oeste teacher), and I met up with a few of my Chilean friends on the metro to head out for the night. It was peak night hours and the metro was PACKED, so it was incredibly hot, stuffy, and uncomfortable. At one of the stops a guy who was standing behind me stepped on the back of my foot and proceeded to tear off a huge blister I had on the back of my ankle. He said "excuse me" (in English - how did he know??) but the damage had been done. My popped blister started gushing blood and pooling underneath my heel. For anyone who knows me, I have a tiiiiiiiiiny issue when it comes to seeing blood - aka I pass out when I get my finger pricked. As soon as I saw the blood I knew I was in for it.
Everyone I was with could tell I was not ok and offered to get off with me at the next stop ... and thank God I did. Right before the doors opened I started seeing colors and everything got really blurry ... I had to hang on to Brooke who led me to the stairs leading out of the metro station. As if that weren't enough, Brooke also took a Kleenex and cleaned all the blood off the back of my ankle. WHAT A FRIEND!
So I was sitting on the metro steps, sweating PROFUSELY, trying to catch my breath while Brooke was wiping at the blood in my shoe when the cutest little lady ran over to help me. She was a metro worker and couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. She had me put my head between my legs and breath slowly, then took me to her office and gave me some (warm) water. After a few minutes I was feeling a lot better, so after giving her ALL my information (seriously, it was everything short of my bra size - no idea why she needed it either) I headed back to where everyone was waiting.
Now I bring an economy-sized pack of bandaids and bottled water with me during peak metro hours. Yikes.
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