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I was at Cuesta Park, and we were leaving to go home. I asked Kevin to open the hatch to the trunk so I could put my computer in. He did so, and I walked right into the edge of the hatch.
I cut a inch and a half long gash in my face, running along the top of my eyebrow. Blood started running down my face. James came up, said "Oh my God! What happened!" "Squirrel got me." I replied. "Really?" "No, I hit my head."
I now have a gash. I wanted to have it seen, but the doctor's office was closed and I was not going to spend hours at Stanford ER. I will go in first thing tomorrow morning.
I also am going to have a bruise running the length of my face. My whole right side of my face hurts.
I cut a inch and a half long gash in my face, running along the top of my eyebrow. Blood started running down my face. James came up, said "Oh my God! What happened!" "Squirrel got me." I replied. "Really?" "No, I hit my head."
I now have a gash. I wanted to have it seen, but the doctor's office was closed and I was not going to spend hours at Stanford ER. I will go in first thing tomorrow morning.
I also am going to have a bruise running the length of my face. My whole right side of my face hurts.