The Efficacy of Band-aids

I recently went sledding and snowshoeing with a group of friends up in the Cascade mountains. After a long hiatus from sledding I had forgotten how little control you actually have in terms of steering and stopping. So I basically got pretty banged up. It's especially hard to stop when you're wearing snowshoes, so you can't really dig your heels into the snow. Anyway, at one point I was going head first and my sled chose the one pointy-branch-filled stump in the middle of a vasy bare snowy area as a target. As much as I tried to steer away, and slow down, I ended up ramming my shoulder into a baseball-diameter-sized branch sticking right out toward me. With sledding momentum is not your friend. (p=mv right).

Anyway, I could tell my shoulder was bleeding under my shirt because of the way it felt. Eventually when I got back to the cabin, the group was full of opinions on what I should do. Suck it up. Leave it alone. Definitely put Neosporin on it. Definitely put a bandage on it. Tough it out. I opted for the bandaid, and one guy that was with us told me it would do no good because they're purely psychological. Thinking this guy will not make a very comforting father someday, I tried to explain that sometimes a psychological fix is just what is needed. I wanted the bandaid dammit. Anyway, it turns out the bandaids I had were not big enough, so I had to tough it out. But I stand by my belief that even if bandaids only provide psychological comfort, they can be worth every cent.