self-destruct
28 04 2005I’m beginning to think that my body has decided to operate in a manner conducive to slowly and painfully beating myself up. Perhaps it’s a manifestation of beating myself up mentally over all the recent changes in my life. I don’t know. You’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about. Allow me to explain.
In addition to the stair incident that the last post detailed, on two seperate occasions yesterday I managed to smack the top of my head against something hard and pointy.
Incident 1: I was leaving work early to drop off a tube of blueprints at the FedEx station by the airport before class. I was looking at my phone to read a text message I had just received, and in doing so was not looking at where I was going. I got about halfway down the hallway before I felt a sharp pain in my scalp, heard a loud noise, and noticed that I had lost forward momentum. It turns out that someone had decided to replace some flourescent lights in the hallway, but after removing the old bulbs, they had left the metal framing of the plastic cover of the ballast hanging down in the middle of the hallway. I managed to walk directly into a corner of the frame. It hurt, and I got a small knot on my head, but nothing too severe. The frame looked fine, though I came in this morning and it was on the floor in pieces. That’s what you get, you bastard!
Incident 2: I was brushing my teeth before going to bed last night and leaned over to spit and get a mouthful of water to rinse. I started to raise my head up from the sink when I heard another loud noise and felt another, much more intense, pain on the top of my head. The mirror on my medicine cabinet was ajar and I had managed to catch the top of my head on the corner of that. This resulted in a large scratch and a decent amount of blood, as well as a string of profanities.
And then, of course, I’ve hit my shins on the corner of my desk twice today. Lovely.
I’m not sure what the hell the problem is, but I sincerely hope it’s out of my system, or my next entry might be entitled something like, “How I Got A Length of Pipe Impaled Thru My Leg.”
You’re not going through another growth spurt are you?
Perhaps you are trying to do to many things at one time?:shock:
I agree with the multi-tasking opinion. I know I can’t do too many things at once…like driving and talking on the phone. I dont think your body is protesting or anything. And I really hope you’re not still growing!! Just relax and slow down a little. It’ll all be okay. Oh..and watch out for any suspicious lengths of pipe.
Hey, coming from a girl who’s busted her head open on several occasions, I feel your pain.:cry: It won’t last, though the marks are permanent. Perhaps you have a middle ear infection and your equiliberium is off, or maybe now that you are almost OVER a quarter century old you are just accident prone and becoming ever goofier. I’d either go see a physician or start wearing a helmet. Everywhere.
I think your just ungainly