Open Door not so good

There was a dinner at church today.  I helped the Youth Group and the sponsors in the kitchen, and by the time dishes from almost 100 people were done, we were fairly well tuckered out.
Since I usually go back over in the evening anyway, I told the kids to just leave the last 4 racks to air dry.  This included the silverware and water glasses.
I never saw anybody drop dishtowels so fast before.

Around 6 pm, I get to the building and it is dark.  Choir practice was cancelled.  Letting myself in with the key, I turned on the library lights, hung up my jacket on the coat rack and walked down the hallway towards the kitchen.  The light from the library was behind me, and a red EXIT light ahead.

I turned to my left towards the kitchen, hand outstretched, reaching for the knob.  My hand remained empty as I walked right into something—- the edge of the door, which had been propped open.

I saw stars!  My glasses were hanging awkwardly from my right ear.  I sank to my knees, reaching up to learn if blood was dripping.
It took a minute to get my bearings.  I could see the nightlight in the kitchen, at a different angle than I usually see it.  Maybe because the door is usually closed when I head that way at that time of the evening.

It took a couple minutes to get my glasses adjusted enough to return them to my face.  I’ll have to go back to the optometrist yet again.

I went about my task of putting away the dishes.

On the way out, I decided to stop for a potty break, before going into the cold outside.  It had been about 30 minutes since my accident.  As I was washing my hands, I stared into the mirror over the sink and realized there is quite a bump on my forehead, my lip is swollen, and it hurts when I wink my left eye.

When I got home, I called over to Husband and said he should come look at me in a brighter light.  He asked if I am going to tell everybody that he did it.
I said No, I’ll say I ran into a door.  It’s the truth.

He sneered and said nobody will buy that line at all.

I watched a couple tv shows.  The sitting still caused my shoulder to get a bit stiff.  There’s also a bruise forming at my collar bone.

Some Ibuprofen is beginning to help ease the aches.
We’ll see what morning brings.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

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5 Responses to Open Door not so good

  1. Shimfee says:

    Oh, no! “I ran into a door.”
    I hope you don’t have too much bruising and swelling. Lucky for George that you love him! ;o)

  2. momma says:

    Bless your heart–sometimes if it weren’t for bad luck it seems you would have no luck at all. As I read my shoulders tighten, my teeth clenched, and my brow furled. I couldn’t feel the hurt but it did bring a feeling of concern. Take it easy and please feel better soon.

  3. Lois says:

    We’ve been gone, and I have read your messages backwards–that changes the
    impact quite a lot!
    I hope you are feeling better.
    What a bam!
    Tell your hubby I am impressed by your loyalty, and the lengths a wife will go to, to explain a bump on the head to her friends!
    Seriously, you tell stories very well.
    Move over, Garrison keillor!

  4. Maria says:

    Yes, I agree you do tell stories well and I think Garrison Kiellor could use a little competition. Do take care of yourself and watch out for those poor addled brain patterns. From now on blame everything on walking into the door. Should work well for at least a month.

  5. owlhaven says:

    Oh, ouch. I’m so sorry.