I'm talking about this:
Apparently, I was under the impression that I have cat-like reflexes. I am here to tell you that I do not.
Saturday, we were leaving the house to run some errands. Everyone was in the car, waiting on me, as usual. As I came out of the laundry room and into the garage, I realized I left the laundry room light on. I thought I'd just pop my hand back inside to flick off the light switch real quick before the h.e.a.v.y fire door finished its arc to a close.
Not so much.
That door bounced off my hand.
After I determined that I had not broken any bones, it puffed up in such a cute way. Charming, right? Can I blame the fact that it looks like I have the hands of a 90-year old on the garage door too? Yes? Ok, good.
The swelling is down, although there's still a bump. The entire top of my hand was a bluish tint. Now, we're moving on to the greeny-yellow phase. And it's tender.
What is the lesson learned here, besides the obvious? Well, I just don't know.
3 comments:
WTHDYDTYH? I'm practicing my texting skills. That looks awful. I hope there's really nothing broken. In your next blob please send some lovely flower pictures, or daughter pictures, or even GREG pictures!!!! Good luck with the healing process.
That looks AWFUL!!!!!! Hope you got dinner out and help with the laundry for that -
I'm just sayin'....
That looks awful!!! Are you sure it isn't broken? I hope you heal quickly!
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