Monday, February 25, 2013

Door Attacks Head



I am such a klutz. About six hours ago I was walking into work, and I pushed a button that opened an automatic, handicap door. I always push the button when I am going through this particular door because the right half of the double doors seems heavy, and the left side, the handicapped door half, is even heavier because of the mechanical equipment that opens it makes it harder to open than it normally would be. Of course the door weighs nothing once the button is pushed.

Anyway, I pushed the button and gave the door a few seconds to open. Then as I was about to pass through the door, I stopped to focus on my cellphone that was in my hand. I had just taken it off its charger but yet the battery icon said that it was almost empty. I was still staring down at the cellphone, and wondering why in the world it did not have a full charge, when I got smacked on the top of the head by the closing door.

For a few seconds I was seeing stars. When the sparks stopped speckling my eyesight, my first thought was that my head hurt like crazy. My second thought, a moment later, was; did anyone see my goofiness? And my third thought was; is my head bleeding? Well, no one saw my wacky stunt, fortunately. And a touch to the top of my head revealed no blood; which was good. But the top of my head definitely did hurt. The door closes very quickly and with pretty good force, which explains at least a little as to why I did not see it coming, and it explains completely why my head hurt so much.

My skull has so many weird little dents and bumps anyway that my fingers really could not feel a bump made from swelling, but there is definitely a place that is very tender. Tonight is one of my “shampoo nights”. It is going to be a very delicate shampooing. And combing my hair out afterwards is not going to be fun either.

I still do not know what’s up with my cellphone, but I do know not to stare at it while in the way of a closing door. That much I did figure out.   

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