Wednesday afternoon I had to hurry off to an orientation related to the job starting next week. As soon as I set foot outside, it started raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock.
I hurried to my car and yanked the door open, the top corner of which soundly smacked me on the head just forward of my left temple. It smarted like you wouldn't believe.
So I was hurrying and owchie!ing and then thought of Natasha Richardson and I thought Crap! What if I die and no one knows I stupidly killed myself with my own car door? Then I realized if I did die of stupidity, maybe it was best if I just let folks wonder.
Well, so far, it didn't kill me, and here I am: removing all doubt.
13 comments:
Glad you are settled in! It's been a crazy last few weeks (what day IS it?) I'll give you a call on the cell this weekend.
b.
Remember, that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right?
Something like that.
Glad you're okay!
Sadly, I can so relate. It's the thought of embarrassing deaths which keep us stubbornly alive sometimes.
OW! Glad you are still alive and also that you found a house and all things moving along.
Although I don't consciously look to have uncertainty in my life, I've come to appreciate it more - the possibilities of uncertainty can be exciting.
And truth is, there is actually very little certainty much as we think we have a plan.
Loved the Praline and toddler story!
I just wanted you to know I would have immortalized you with a Darwin Award nomination.:o
*lol*
I cracked myself in the head with a section of the wooden screen we use as a divider at the spa. I go through that thing about a hundred times a day, but that one time? SMACK!
Unfortunately, some guests heard the impact and asked me what it was...I was blushing and rubbing my noggin at the same time!
Glad you're not dead!
Well, the bright spot (other than the stars circling the head) is that you didn't hit yourself dead center in the middle of the forehead like I did once... Or was it twice... hmmm don't remember... :-)
A few months ago I bent down between two railcars to lace the air hoses and solidly bashed my grape on the coupler hard enough to see stars and bring tears to my eyes... And I thought the same thing! I'll pass out and die and thy'll have no idea I've actually killed myself with a train!
BTDT, and the first (coherent) thought through my head: "Am I wearing clean / non-embarrassing underwear?"
One of my best friends hit her head on the rear hatch of her suv loading groceries, after ascertaining that she seemed likely to survive I asked her if the truck was ok since she is a bit hardheaded. She got a bit testy so I won't do that twice. Glad you are ok.
ben
I didn't hit my head, but I did reach into the truck, a few weeks after buying it, and attempt to pop the hood with the parking brake release...
...standing in the open door, parked nose steeply uphill, out of gear.
BTDT - I hopped out of my car with it in gear and running.
Had to chase my own Buick down the street I did...
Oh dear, I managed to brain myself in the driveway with my drivers door a couple of weeks ago-complete with goose egg on forehead. I feel your pain!
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