In-home accidents

I have been the victim of a few serious in-home accidents. I think that is the price I pay for not leaving home all that often. I agree with Jane Austin, who had one of her characters say 'There is nothing like staying home for real comfort'.

One Sunday, while suffering from a slight headache, I was sitting calmly on my couch reading the obituaries. My entire family was in the room also. They were getting ready to leave for church. I had a slight headache, and was going to stay home (let this be a lesson to you!).

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a four panelled folding screen fell. It fell HARD. It landed on the side of my face. Are you familiar with how much blood comes from a head wound? It was not a pretty sight.

While the husband God gave me ran for towels, I made my way into the bathroom to see exactly what had happened. I could only see out of my right eye, as my left eye-brow was now flapping over my left eye.

I somehow managed to use the bathroom, because whenever there is any amount of calamity, that is what I need to do. Always.

Ten minutes later, we were in the emergency room. Those kind people gave me ice to put on it, and then sent me to sit in a room full of people who I am rather sure originally had other plans. They all turned their chairs away from me, which was my first experience ever of being repulsive.

My headache was now a teensy bit more than slight. I had really high blood pressure also. They even weighed me. I remember asking if they were going to deduct the weight of the ice pack and blood soaked towels. Everyone looked concerned. It took me a while to figure out why everyone kept asking me what had happened. When I got put into a treatment room, they asked me again, then asked the husband God gave me to leave the room, and asked me another time.

Then it dawned on me. They thought HE had done this to me. Sure, a likely story. Woman sitting on couch, a folding screen falls on her face while she is reading the obituaries. Happens all the time!

Well, thankfully I wasn't angry and didn't feel like falsely accusing him. The wound required about a dozen stitches to close, both inside and out. The scar runs along the curve of my left eye-brow. The one added benefit is that I can pluck my eye-brow on that side without feeling any pain. The one draw back, is that several times a year I get a horrible stabbing pain along the scar which causes me to whince.

While sitting in the waiting room, less than fifteen minutes after it happened, the husband God gave me turned to me and said 'don't say I never take you anywhere on the spur of the moment!'.