I admit that, in these moments, I am completely and utterly annoying. Did I mention that I also sing aloud with every tune that plays on the "Sleigh Ride" Pandora station that I preset on my ipod?
Perhaps, then, the Fates were justified in punishing me. As I was rushing to grab a roll of tape from my hallway closet, I closed the closet door on my head. The plan, of course, was to pull my head out of the closet in time for the door to safely pass by, but apparently I didn't plan well enough. Worse yet, in such a state of unbottled enthusiasm, I am incapable of finer motor skills and instead do everything with exaggerated gusto. So I did not just swing the door, I slammed it.
I hit myself with the door very very hard on the right side of my head. If I were living in a Tom and Jerry cartoon, surely, a gong would have sounded and animated vibrations would appear beside my head. The impact disoriented me momentarily, and I stumbled backwards wondering what hit me. It is hard to accept, in the initial moments, that one could deliver a blow like that to one's own head.
I now have a red, garbonzo bean-sized bump on my right brow bone. One small consolation: if I do say so myself, my Christmas tree looks great.
Wow, this one goes in your top 10. I still have a hard time imagining how you can do this to yourself. It compels the conclusion that some people lack instinctual self-preservation reflexes.
ReplyDeleteI am not very bright. That sums it up.
ReplyDeleteOuch :( You're not alone. I still have a tiny dent on my forehead from a couple of months ago, when my car door tried to close on it.
ReplyDeleteyour self inflicted rouge wound now only makes you understand rudolph even more. a red badge of courage that fortunately doesnt fall into the shape of a "L" on your forehead!
ReplyDeleteThe "L" on my head is really a permanent feature.
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