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I Fought The Wall (And the Wall Won)
Jan. 11th, 2004 04:22 pmAnyone can injure themselves participating in dangerous, life-threatening activities. It takes talent and skill to do serious bodily harm to yourself while merely going about your day-to-day, low-risk life. Or so I tell myself....
I survived the ice on my stairs while driving in to work this morning. I survived the drive, while sharing the road with half-frozen, half-asleep suburbanites on a quest for weekend coffee and doughnuts. I wrestled the hospitalized cats with ease, and managed to make the x-ray machine function with no damage to myself or my coworkers. Yet somehow, the simple act of putting a cat into a cage and stepping away proved too difficult for me, as I managed to get tangled in an IV line, fail to pay attention to my surroundings, and clobber my head against a metal paper towel holder hard enough to knock myself flat on my backside for a full five minutes.
In spite of immediate application of ice and advil, I never quite regained full functionality, and was sent home when it became clear that the wobbliness and vagueness were not going to clear up anytime soon. I'm now sitting at home, with a lump bigger than my thumb on my right temple, a splitting headache, and a feeling that typing is somehow a lot more difficult than it should be. I knew I had a sublime talent for injuring myself in stupid and improbable ways, but this is really a record-setter....
I survived the ice on my stairs while driving in to work this morning. I survived the drive, while sharing the road with half-frozen, half-asleep suburbanites on a quest for weekend coffee and doughnuts. I wrestled the hospitalized cats with ease, and managed to make the x-ray machine function with no damage to myself or my coworkers. Yet somehow, the simple act of putting a cat into a cage and stepping away proved too difficult for me, as I managed to get tangled in an IV line, fail to pay attention to my surroundings, and clobber my head against a metal paper towel holder hard enough to knock myself flat on my backside for a full five minutes.
In spite of immediate application of ice and advil, I never quite regained full functionality, and was sent home when it became clear that the wobbliness and vagueness were not going to clear up anytime soon. I'm now sitting at home, with a lump bigger than my thumb on my right temple, a splitting headache, and a feeling that typing is somehow a lot more difficult than it should be. I knew I had a sublime talent for injuring myself in stupid and improbable ways, but this is really a record-setter....
