What's the clumsiest way you ever injured yourself?
There have been many occasions for me but I once fell over a shoe I had just take off and face planted into the shoe rack.
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Mamapolo2016 · F
January. Pennsylvania. We’d had a significant storm but by the time I left for work, much of the snow was gone. A drainpipe had sent down melted snow and the ground refroze it. I didn’t see that. I saw the conceete steps rushing up to greet me. Struck my eyebrow on the corner of a step.
I put some gauze and bandaids on it and continued to work. An hour or so later, the customers in the grocery store started looking at me strangely. Somebody finally asked, “Are you okay?”
I went to the restroom and there I saw the most astounding bruising I’d ever seen. The bruise started behind my left ear, swept down and across my face, neck and chest. Like Māori tattoos.
The general consensus was I was an idiot and I should go home. By that time my left eye was swollen shut and depth perception was out of order. I decided to check into a motel instead. They were hesitant to accept me. What if the monster who’d beat me up came back to finish the job?
They finally let me in, and when the cut kept dripping blood, I went to the ER. Five stitches later, the bleeding stopped. I was a spectacle for a week.
I put some gauze and bandaids on it and continued to work. An hour or so later, the customers in the grocery store started looking at me strangely. Somebody finally asked, “Are you okay?”
I went to the restroom and there I saw the most astounding bruising I’d ever seen. The bruise started behind my left ear, swept down and across my face, neck and chest. Like Māori tattoos.
The general consensus was I was an idiot and I should go home. By that time my left eye was swollen shut and depth perception was out of order. I decided to check into a motel instead. They were hesitant to accept me. What if the monster who’d beat me up came back to finish the job?
They finally let me in, and when the cut kept dripping blood, I went to the ER. Five stitches later, the bleeding stopped. I was a spectacle for a week.