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Monday –Face K'nectn to the Floor
Mar. 29th, 2010 09:24 pm.
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“You have bar-fight syndrome,” my husband told me on Sunday when I complained that the muscles in my arms and shoulders were sore from bracing myself for my fall the previous day.
I’ve never been in a bar fight, so I’ll take his word for it. I look a little like I’ve been in a bar fight – a swollen upper lip that makes me look like I have a mild overbite, a thin red line across the bridge of my nose where I’m pretty sure my nose broke ever-so-slightly when it slammed into the tiles (it doesn’t really look different, but I heard a definite crack! when my face made contact with the floor), and slight swelling under both eyes. I thought I was going to have a couple of shiners, but apparently when the top of my head hit the wall, it absorbed a lot of the force that my face would have taken had the wall been a bit further away. I may well have a concussion, but at least I appear presentable if a bit roughed up. I look like I’ve been in a small tussle rather than a major brawl. The tussle, however, was not with anyone, it was with a thing. Specifically, it was with a small plastic K’nex toy (similar to a Tinker Toy) that my 5-year-old son left lying on the living room floor.
( Children = hazardous )
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“You have bar-fight syndrome,” my husband told me on Sunday when I complained that the muscles in my arms and shoulders were sore from bracing myself for my fall the previous day.
I’ve never been in a bar fight, so I’ll take his word for it. I look a little like I’ve been in a bar fight – a swollen upper lip that makes me look like I have a mild overbite, a thin red line across the bridge of my nose where I’m pretty sure my nose broke ever-so-slightly when it slammed into the tiles (it doesn’t really look different, but I heard a definite crack! when my face made contact with the floor), and slight swelling under both eyes. I thought I was going to have a couple of shiners, but apparently when the top of my head hit the wall, it absorbed a lot of the force that my face would have taken had the wall been a bit further away. I may well have a concussion, but at least I appear presentable if a bit roughed up. I look like I’ve been in a small tussle rather than a major brawl. The tussle, however, was not with anyone, it was with a thing. Specifically, it was with a small plastic K’nex toy (similar to a Tinker Toy) that my 5-year-old son left lying on the living room floor.
( Children = hazardous )
