You know, I have my fair share of harsh injuries. The list, at least partially found in the Who I Am section, is quite extensive. The part I want to complain about is that when I do something dangerous I always escape unscathed. Years of sports, some New Zealand jet boating, a luge 750 metres down a mountain, you name it – I’ve never hurt myself doing things that would leave me a great story. When I broke my ribs, it was because I pulled myself up after slouching in my chair at a movie theatre – cracked it myself. Broke my toe putting an inflatable pool toy away when I slipped on the water and smashed into a door frame. These are not stories I want to share. Now comes the latest entry.
Yesterday I try to get through a door that was being blocked by a box that had fallen behind it. I could barely reach around so I went for the box to lift it out of the way, and then I really don’t quite remember what happened. I’m told by my accompaniment at the time that I guess the box fell out of my hand into the door, put the door back against me, and threw my right temple into the nearby light switch. Sounds harmless, but it’s not. I know what it means to “see stars” now. Now I’ve got a massive bump on my temple and shooting pain through my head and down my spine. *sigh* And I don’t even get to say “you should see what the other guy looks like…”
Cheers!