Time: 9pm Saturday night.
Place: my bathroom.
I had just gotten done taking shower and I opened the glass shower door to reach for my towel. The glass door hit the rubber stopper on the wall as normal, but somehow, some way, this caused the whole glass door to shatter. I could only watch in sick fascination as the glass door shattered downward. Small glass shards flew out cut up various parts of my body.
I thank god that I’ve been wear pretty sturdy wedges to work everyday for the past few months. The bottoms of my feet are pretty tough so I didn’t get too many scratches on them as I walked on the broken glass to get out of the deathtrap. But my hands and tops of my feet were bleeding pretty profusely from the gashes that I got.
Luckily the SO heard the commotion and pulled a Knight in Shining Armor by busting the door open to help me out of the tub and to the sink to rinse away all the blood that was leaking out of me.
He spent the next 30-45 min picking out shards of glass from my body and bandaging me up. Afterward he brushed and dried my hair because I obviously couldn’t. My brother and my mother heard what had happened (my family lives in a large duplex house - kids on one side, parents on the other) and cleaned up the bloody shards of glass all over the bathroom. I love my family.
My question is, HOW THE HELL DID THAT HAPPEN???
I have a few theories:
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Somehow I closed the door caused the door to vibrate to the exact frequency (amplitude?) to make the glass shatter.
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There was a minor defect that the naked eye couldn’t see, and the pressure of just hitting the rubber stopper against the wall set it off.
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God hates me.
I also can’t go in to work tomorrow because my feet are all cut up and being the front desk girl, I shouldn’t freak out people with my bandaid covered hands. Instead, I’m going to put on cushy socks and shoes and go with my mom to demand a refund from Home Depot. I also want to demand compensation for the pay I’m missing because I can’t really go to work the way that I am. I can walk, just slowly and with lots of wincing. I can type, but shuffling papers will take a while because not all of my fingers are agile enough right to properly shuffle them as I should for our morning appointments. But is it fair for me to demand that? Sure it was a freak accident, but I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary to cause this to happen. Using their product was downright dangerous!
Life is poo and my hands and feet hurt. My body is also sore from sleeping on my back because sleeping on my side hurts my hands. I hurt all over.