It wasn’t that I didn’t want to become intimately aquainted with the doorframe; it was that I was on my way to the toilet and walking into the door slowed things down immeasurably. In fact, I am certain that it is a perfectly nice door frame, even if it is painted a godawful purple colour that makes me want to puke.
Walking into doorframes at 3am has become something of a specialty of mine, along with learning where every single exit is in a room, in case I need to run outside to throw up, and working out, if I fall over, what is the least embarrassing way to manage it? (Tripping in the airport: Manageable. Tripping as you exit the aircraft down the stairs: Highly hazardous to your health. Avoid the latter at all costs.)
Upon examination this morning, aside from the headache I have, I don’t appear to have any lasting side effects, unlike the time I walked into a doorframe so hard in year 7 that I concussed myself.
Sure, I told everyone that I tripped and hit my head on the book cart, but I lied. I really just misjudged where my feet were and walked, hard, into the doorframe. It wasn’t pretty, as the purple bruise on my forehead the next day showed everyone. I spent a few days on the couch feeling nauseous and forgetful after that one. It was also the start of learning that I have to be lying down to have blood taken, otherwise I will throw up and pass out at the same time – a slightly dangerous combination.
Another time, I misjudged where my hand was while I was talking and took all the skin off my knuckles on the jagged brick wall. Walking into class with your hand dripping blood might be dramatic, but I would have preferred to float a little further under the radar than that.
Good times, good times.
I am bendy today. So bendy that I’m seriously considering putting on my supportive undergarments, 3 of my ribs are currently dislocated, breathing feels too much like hard work and I think my hands have forgotten that they’re meant to be attached to my wrists still. Isaac dislocated my finger this morning. Thanks kid.
But really, I’m not complaining.
Except about the awful purple colour my house is painted. I am complaining about that.
Oh, Veronica, I think we need to buy you a Michelin Man suit and keep you in it at all times. Could get a bit hot, but you might stay a bit less broken. A potentially less bendy. I know resting with two little kids is unlikely to be an option, but do take it easy and let’s hope you feel better tomorrow.
That’s okay, I get really cold, really easily, so the heat would be welcome!
I hear you! I think I missed spacial intelligence when I was born. But it makes you a quirky person and that’s fun… I guess. And, if it makes you feel better, my house is painted bright yellow!!!!
I’ve got bright yellow paint for Amy’s room. Anything has to be better than the cruddy purple/blue/pink scheme we inherited!
I think you should take good care of you today! Make yourself a cuppa tea an sit and relax 🙂 I have been know to wake up out of a deep sleep to the girls crying and go flying into the wall in the darkness. But I’m just noisy and clumsy!!
I’ve been spending a lot of today laying down, with a book and a cuppa. It’s been nice.
I remember that concussion Missy, I also remember that was about the time you started to go downhill fast healthwise. The headache from that concussion never quite went away *sigh* and then it took seven years to get a diagnosis. I know you know this, am just writing it because I can. Love you honey xx
Yes, yes it was.
Heh. I hate being clumsy some days and nights. But my injuries are never as bad
Mine are usually relatively mild too. Bruises (lots of bruises) though.
Big hugs to you. It’s crap when it’s like this. It does tend to go in cycles though – which isn’t much comfort atm I know 🙁 BG Xx
Yeah, there’s been a big crash lately. Have needed to do too much, all at once and it’s catching up with me.
You’re supposed to walk THROUGH the walls.
You forgot to wear your superhero cape didn’t you?
Tsk Tsk.
Hope you’re feeling a bit better now.
*hugs* honey xxx
Hugs
What is it with builders who put door frames in the wrong spots. I too walk into things a lot, I always have bruises and my legs and have no clue how they got there. For me I blame my asd.
Take care of yourself.
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