I woke up this morning with my left eye kind of bloodshot, (not unusual because I have allergy eyes), but it wasn’t itchy and the area behind my eye felt a little achy when I blink. Then I remembered what happened before I went to sleep lastnight, I had just rolled over and reached to pull the covers up over my shoulders, when my feet registered the fact that something warm and heavy was resting against them, i.e. the dog was on the bed. However, my sleepy brain chose to ignore this information, so my hands kept pulling the covers which weren’t going to budge. My left hand lost the grip on the covers and came barreling towards my face.
I’ve done this before, but usually end up punching myself in the nose.
My hand was still in grip mode with thumb extended. I have very good reflexes when it comes to things heading towards my face at a high rate of speed. I squinched my eyes right before impact, it didn’t hurt, but I got up and looked in the mirror just to make sure my eye was still there.
Now it only hurts when I blink so I think I just strained the blink muscle, if it’s not better tomorrow I’ll go to the doctor.
Ouch! I nearly got a black eye at one point last year or so and would have had to use the classic abused wife excuse, “I walked into a door.” I was opening the passenger-side door on the car, turned to look at something, and upon turning back misjudged the position that the door was in. I caught the top corner of the door next to the outer corner of my right eye. All I could think of after the initial pain and surprise was, “I’d better not get a black eye, they’ll want to investigate my husband…”
Ohhh, hillbilly queen, my mom did the exact same thing once. Puched herself right below the eye, and it had dire consequences.
The entire white of her eye filled with blood over the course of a day. It was like her eyeball turned into a bubble of blood with and iris and pupil in the middle of it.
I couldn’t look at her for a couple weeks without cringing.
Yeah, and before you know it, the hopital will call Social Services and your SO, or the next closest person to it, will be hauled in to the clink. Better just to suffer through it.
Just to make y’all feel better, I kinda did the same thing as Ferret Herder, but on the driver’s side door of my car. For some reason, I didn’t open it all the way to where it would catch and stay open, so when I got the groceries out of the passenger seat and turned to get out, the damn door swung back and hit me in the face. I was wearing my glasses at the time, and they were those ultra-light ones, so it bent them all to hell. I just got a whole new scrip, because they looked so bad I would have been embarrassed to explain what happened!
The Nobel Prize-winning physicist Richard Feynman tells the opposite story:
He somehow got into an actual fistfight in the restroom of a Boston bar, and no one would believe him. He had a reputation as a joker anyway, so everyone assumed he had walked into a door and wanted to try to pretend to be tough.
So he walked into class with his head down, and then looked up at the class, and said, really tough, “Any questions?”