So last night, I was tooling along on my bicycle, smugly congratulating myself for facing my fears of riding in city traffic, when . . . whump! My tire got stuck in the track of the light-rail train, and I somersaulted through the air with my bike. "This is gonna hurt," I thought right before eating pavement. The good news is I managed to get out of the way of the oncoming train, so I wasn't flattened. The bad news is I was so bloody that I looked like an extra in a Romero film.

For the gorier scrapes, I used Neosporin and Band-Aids (and will be on crutches ASAP). But for the relatively small ones — those of a half-inch diameter or less — I'm going to switch to Help bandages. They're like any other bandage, with one smart difference: they're white. As Help puts it, "skin tone" bandages don't match most skin colors, which might seem like a dinky thing, but it's nice to have a universally flattering bandage. Less nice to need them in the first place, but you gotta roll with the punches. Or the bike-flips, as the case may be.