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JET LAG! I’M a bit more careless than usual (and that’s dangerous). In addition to the bags under the bags under my eyes, I now have a bridge on the bridge of my nose.
Yesterday afternoon as we were about to sit down for lunch, San Geraldo heard a loud thud and a gasp, and told me he thought I had slammed my head in the door as I closed it. Now why would that even cross his mind?
I had simply walked into the glass door, thinking it was open. I was reminded that I had just closed it when I hit the glass with my forehead and the bridge of my nose. I think there was a little shoulder action, as well.
San Geraldo asked if I was alright and I said, “Well, I’m still standing.” The nearest cold thing I could find was a bottle of ketchup. I quickly applied it to my nose and head.
A while later, I inspected the damage. My nose was just a bit red and there was a small split in the skin. Not bad. I’ve split that same spot several times in the past and have a little blue scar to prove it. The headache was minor.
A few hours later, however, the slightly pronounced bridge of my nose was exceedingly pronounced. Maybe it will be a distraction from the bags under the bags.
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¡JET LAG! SOY un poco más descuidado de lo habitual (y eso es peligroso). Además de las bolsas debajo de las bolsas debajo de mis ojos, ahora tengo un puente en el puente de la nariz.
Ayer por la tarde, cuando estábamos a punto de sentarnos a almorzar, San Geraldo escuchó un ruido sordo y un jadeo, y me dijo que pensó que había golpeado mi cabeza en la puerta. ¿¡¿Por qué incluso pensaría algo así?!?
Simplemente había entrado por la puerta de cristal, pensando que estaba abierta. Me recordó que lo acababa de cerrar cuando golpeé el cristal con la cabeza y el puente de la nariz. Creo que también hubo una pequeña acción en el hombro.
San Geraldo preguntó si estaba bien y le dije: “Bueno, todavía estoy de pie”. Lo más frío que pude encontrar fue una botella de ketchup. Lo apliqué en la nariz y cabeza.
Un rato después, inspeccioné el daño. Mi nariz estaba un poco roja y había una pequeña división en la piel. No está mal. He dividido la piel en ese mismo lugar varias veces en el pasado y tengo una pequeña cicatriz azul para demostrarlo. El dolor de cabeza fue menor.
Unas horas después, sin embargo, el puente ligeramente pronunciado de mi nariz era extremadamente pronunciado. Tal vez sea una distracción de las bolsas debajo de las bolsas.
THAT is a BIG zit!
Anne Marie,
Oh, blech!!!
We carry the history of our lives, etched on our faces. I see lots of adventures, and few misadventures.
David,
That crease at the lower left of the next to last photo is part of a scar from being hit with a baseball bat at the age of 7. SOME misadventure. Or maybe just another example of putting my face where the t didn’t belong.
Holy cow!
Judy,
I find the episode funny but am a bit concerned about the look of my nose today.
Ketchup! Is there NOTHING it can’t help with? Heal up soon. oh jet lagged one!
Debra,
Well, I should have taken the trouble to get a bag of peas out of the freezer. The ketchup didn’t do much good. How do I really know if it’s broken I wonder.
We hang black ribbons outside on both our ‘picture windows’…….to help prevent birds from flying through them. You may want to give it a try (they wouldn’t have to be black of course in your case……think of the possibilities!)
And besides, your bridge can use a break (figuratively that is).
Jim,
Well, I would do something about it if it meant protecting birds. As for me, not much point. I’d still need to look where I was going.
Ouch!
Perhaps some peel’n’stick flowers for the glass doors so you’ll see them next time????
Bob,
Or birds or smiley faces? Not gonna happen. Besides even stickers would require me to actually LOOK where I’m going.
Oooh, poor Scoot! I want to kiss it and make it better. I hereby induct you as an honorary brother to me and my four remaining clums….uh, accident prone sisters. Official uniform? Bruises. I agree with Bob, unless you’re like me (we do think a lot alike) and don’t notice after a while. One does feel stupid after crashing into a stickered door (so I’ve been told). It’s good to see that ketchup is good for something.
Deedles,
A bag of peas would have been of more use than the ketchup. I wonder if we’re related.
Assuming this was an outside/inside door, I have to ask if it was a cloudy day. Any sun would have caused at least some sort of reflection.
By the way, we’ve never met other than online, but just judging by your pictures, you look like the most decent guy in the world, even holding a bottle of ketchup to your face.
Kirk,
Living room door to terrace. Outside awnings we’re down. But the bottom line is I wasn’t looking! And thank you for the very kind words. Decency is a wonderful trait to strive for. I hope looks aren’t deceiving. Sincerely, thank you!
I’ve hit the sliding glass door on more than one occasion. Not fun at all. I’m reminded of a line from a song that Gilda Radner, Larraine Newman, and Jane Curtain sang about Chevy Chase a lifetime ago: “He crashed into a wall and there was nothing I could do about it.”
Walt the Fourth,
I’m (regularly) reminded of the Monty Python skit when the character says “I got my head stuck in the cupboard.”