I can't believe that it has been almost two weeks since I posted to my blog. For the first week, I only have a busy work and grad school schedule to blame. For this last one, the painful one, all I can say is that it is not wise to get into a fight with a tile bathroom floor.
I am always looking for a way out of work, but taking a path through the tile floor with my face leading the way was not a good choice. I am too old for an injured body--middle-aged bodies don't bounce back like young ones do, and my body has had lots of opportunities to bounce back from injuries. Perhaps the problem isn't that my body is too old but that it is too sober.
My life has been filled with accidents but most of the adult ones were accompanied with alcohol, which eased the pain before and after the accident. This one just made me feel stupid and old. Last Saturday I was sick with a bad cold or the flu, and I had very little to eat or drink, and I guess I was dehydrated. Sunday morning, I went to the bathroom and passed out cold on the tile floor, resulting in a busted lip requiring 16 stitches and a slightly fractured nose. Luckily, Valerie had stayed Saturday night to take care of me, or I might still be lying in a pool of blood on the bathroom floor.
So, I had a week off work, but it wasn't fun. It hurt to read for very long, and it hurt to work on the computer for very long, and it hurt to look in the mirror and see my black eyes and fat lip. It's a good thing that I gave up being pretty a long time ago.
I got the stitches out today and my lip is still fat and not in the Angelina Jolie sexy lips way either. The doctor said the swelling would go down, but I'm not sure that I believe her. I know the horrible bruises around my eyes will go away but not before they become a lovely yellow color. My friend Lois said to get some witch hazel to put on the bruises to make them go away faster. Maybe I'll pick some up at the drug store tomorrow and see if it works.