Oh my God....that sounds like something I would do for sure! I slipped on gasoline in the garage that I over pored in the lawn mower last summer and went flying and screaming. The lady across the street heard me. How did you go back to sleep after that? Ouch!
When we first moved out here I ran into the wall and door several times getting up in the middle of the night. It was so dark. Now we have a night light in the bathroom. But I didn't ever really hurt myself. Did you see stars?
Oh my, I can feel the pain, just reading your story. I have walked into a glass door, and that hurt, but never left any marks. hee, hee. I hurt for you.
January 13, 2010 at 10:35 PM
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and here I was feeling sorry for myself with what seems to be a broken toe this morning... Ouch, that door sounds sturdy!!
Oh you poor thing. You would not find me posting a pic of my injured face to the world, but Hubby...ya! Here around the Ponderosa Hubby and I are always gettin' injured. We just go with the flow when people ask and point our fingers at each other. Nobody ever believes the true story anyway! I do hope you heal quickly and haven't done anything too serious to yourself.
Okay, I'm not laughing, (snort), really, (giggle). I'm so glad to know there are people (namely you) out there that do stupid things like me (sorry, but true). I am forever hurting myself. I walk into walls, bang my hands, hips, legs, etc. into things. I'm always bruised. In fact, I have a large bruise on my right hand because my bike started to fall and I went to catch it. The handlebar smacked me in the hand. It smarted when it happened and the next day I had a nice bruise.
I think you need to share a picture of your wounds. Just so we can feel your pain. Seriously. Smile.
Oh my goodness! You should blame on the hubby somehow! I'd love to see a picture! Bless your heart I don't know how you went back to sleep with a pounding head.
My husband dropped a box full of junk from the attic down on me looking up into the attice from the garage floor. Wham! I had black eyes and a purple nose for 2 weeks! He felt so sorry! I got lotsa mileage out of that one.
Oh Gail, you poor woman, and you went back to bed after that and didn't even look in the bathroom mirror? You silly thing. You're such a tough broad. That must have hurt like hell. I would have been saying some really bad words out loud and woken up the household. I don't suffer in silence. I would have liked to have seen a picture. Can you make one?
January 14, 2010 at 3:15 PM
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I carefully looked for a photo that matched my day but could not find one. You shall have to enjoy my icy statue and hear my sad tale with no suitable photo.
I haven't griped in a while and I knew y'all were missing that so here it is.
My morning started at four am, yes, that's not early but it is for me. I can fit two more hours of sleep into my morning when allowed. Gen, my latest foster dog has started sleeping beside my bed. This is fine except when she decides she must go out at four AM. No, Gen, hush, go to sleep, shush, be quiet. None of this worked and a cold nose hit me with a talking whine and a few spin arounds so I had to get up.
I don't know why I didn't let her out the front door but I didn't. That would have been simple and safer. I usually walk through the house in the dark with no problem, not this morning, under my feet, making me stumble. I guess Gen wasn't sure I was really gonna let her out.
I travel through the kitchen into Den's tv room, den, add-on, what ever it is called and toward that outside door. Unknown to me or more likely just forgotten by me, Hubby had laid a small blanket in front of the door because he felt a draft (wuss). I go to this door since it is the normal dog in, dog out door.
I open the door, now get this, I look down, IN THE DARK, to see what is holding the door. I can't see! It's dark! Can you tell I am still asleep? The door only opens about three inches and stops. I jerk the door, yes, right into my face! At least I was looking down or my nose would be broken. Both of my brow bones have large cuts where I busted the skin with the force of the door. The dog goes out to potty and I turn to go back to bed. I think, darn, my head hurts and I feel over my right eye, BIG knot.
I go back to bed, look at the clock and say ahhh, an hour and a half to sleep.
Later, we wake for the day, Hubby is wondering what is wrong with my face. This is when I discovered I had really hurt myself. I said I ran into the door. I had always heard this as an excuse but have never been able to use it. Both brow bones have quarter size, skin broken spots and the right is really sore. Don't know if my eyes will black but I know no one will believe me when I say I ran into a door.
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Close this window Jump to comment formYOWCH! And no photos to share of the injuries?
I think you oughta come up with something a little more exciting, like maybe you wrestled withy a bear or something. lol!
~Lisa
January 13, 2010 at 8:42 PM
Oh my God....that sounds like something I would do for sure! I slipped on gasoline in the garage that I over pored in the lawn mower last summer and went flying and screaming. The lady across the street heard me. How did you go back to sleep after that? Ouch!
January 13, 2010 at 9:02 PM
When we first moved out here I ran into the wall and door several times getting up in the middle of the night. It was so dark. Now we have a night light in the bathroom. But I didn't ever really hurt myself. Did you see stars?
January 13, 2010 at 9:09 PM
Oh my gosh! Are you ok? That sounds incredibly painful.
I bet you will turn some very pretty colors the next few days, bless your heart!
Indie
January 13, 2010 at 9:11 PM
Wow, Gail. I must say that I am sensitive enough to say, I am glad there is no photo of your poor face. (Yes it's all about me.) OUCH!
I think you and I must be related.
January 13, 2010 at 9:54 PM
Oh no. That is so horrible. Film at eleven?
January 13, 2010 at 10:19 PM
Oh my, I can feel the pain, just reading your story. I have walked into a glass door, and that hurt, but never left any marks. hee, hee. I hurt for you.
January 13, 2010 at 10:35 PM
and here I was feeling sorry for myself with what seems to be a broken toe this morning... Ouch, that door sounds sturdy!!
January 13, 2010 at 11:03 PM
That's awful. I don't think you griped enough for such trauma. I hope you didn't break a bone in there.
Mitts shipped yesterday. That'll help any draft.
January 13, 2010 at 11:45 PM
Oh you poor thing. You would not find me posting a pic of my injured face to the world, but Hubby...ya! Here around the Ponderosa Hubby and I are always gettin' injured. We just go with the flow when people ask and point our fingers at each other. Nobody ever believes the true story anyway! I do hope you heal quickly and haven't done anything too serious to yourself.
Take care and may your day be blessed!
January 14, 2010 at 7:41 AM
Okay, I'm not laughing, (snort), really, (giggle). I'm so glad to know there are people (namely you) out there that do stupid things like me (sorry, but true). I am forever hurting myself. I walk into walls, bang my hands, hips, legs, etc. into things. I'm always bruised. In fact, I have a large bruise on my right hand because my bike started to fall and I went to catch it. The handlebar smacked me in the hand. It smarted when it happened and the next day I had a nice bruise.
I think you need to share a picture of your wounds. Just so we can feel your pain. Seriously. Smile.
January 14, 2010 at 10:42 AM
Oh my goodness! You should blame on the hubby somehow! I'd love to see a picture! Bless your heart I don't know how you went back to sleep with a pounding head.
My husband dropped a box full of junk from the attic down on me looking up into the attice from the garage floor. Wham! I had black eyes and a purple nose for 2 weeks! He felt so sorry! I got lotsa mileage out of that one.
January 14, 2010 at 10:46 AM
Oh Gail, ouch! Yes, you need to come up with a better story. How about fighting off a would be burgler?
January 14, 2010 at 11:13 AM
Oh Gail, you poor woman, and you went back to bed after that and didn't even look in the bathroom mirror? You silly thing. You're such a tough broad. That must have hurt like hell. I would have been saying some really bad words out loud and woken up the household. I don't suffer in silence. I would have liked to have seen a picture. Can you make one?
January 14, 2010 at 3:15 PM