OUCH
Got up in the middle of the night. Groggy. Dark room. Door to bedroom not shut completely. Walked right into it, forehead first. Stunned, I slapped my hand up to my forehead while squealing 'ouch'. Hand slapping forehead only exacerbated the situation. Note to self: in future, do not compound injury with second injury. I now have a round, shiny, tender goose egg sitting right in the middle of my forehead, souvenir of nightly excursions. Souvenir of half-sleepwalking, half-waking night time adventure (which should have consisted of a long and daring trek to get a drink of water from the kitchen). Wish I had the receipt so I could return it. Stupid souvenir.
eh...could be worse.
I've broken toes the same way.
when you get back into bed, and the weight of the covers is painful, you know you've done some damage.
Posted by: calvo | April 19, 2004 at 03:33 PM
Eeewww! Broken toes! You win!
(sorry about the exclamation points, just felt like punctuating with vigor today)
Posted by: MD | April 19, 2004 at 05:05 PM
it was just the little ones, though (different feet, different occasions...you'd think I was accident-prone or something).
why, they hardly even slowed me down.
no worries about the exclamations!
it's your blog...feel free to punctuate with as much vigor as you see fit.
Posted by: calvo | April 19, 2004 at 06:13 PM
I feel for you with your accident, though....at least I had no readily visible souvenirs to cope with.
yikes.
Posted by: calvo | April 19, 2004 at 06:16 PM
Well, as I have previously stated in comments section, I am a bit of a drama queen so the 'souvenir' was really no big deal. It just really startled me because I was only half awake.
Posted by: MD | April 20, 2004 at 10:02 AM
Ah, yes, things that go bump in the night...
That half asleep half awake venture night time excursions...in the dark...no need to switch on any lights... put one foot in front of the next...and keep going....and all of a sudden bare big toe hits a fur ball with such velocity that you think you've just kicked a cat....which you have..
My poor darling Ophelia, once in a blue moon chooses to sleep on the carpet in the middle of the hallway...fast asleep and along comes me, kicking the thing I love most in the world, right in her soft little ribs :-((
Posted by: ingrid | April 21, 2004 at 04:22 PM