How did you know? I had a plumber come to my abode last Wednesday. Before work. I was a tad stressed because he had to be out the door by 1:30. I had to go to work. I couldn't find my phone to call him because he was late and I ran outside because he pulled in and I fell. Over a cactus plant.
I had to change my work uniform because I wear pants. I could only put on a skirt. With nothing underneath. Of course.
It was one of those furry kinds so that it felt like I fell into a bed of lumpy asbestos.
I still have black and blue marks all over, and I am still itching one week later.
I have new plumbing here. I burned my house down 15 years ago. So, the pipes are relatively new. It's better than the old ones, but I wish I didn't have to burn the place down to replace them.
“I could only put on a skirt. With nothing underneath. Of course.”
Wait a second, Sharbonna, why did we need to know that you had nothing on underneath? And why the "of course"? There’s nothing blatantly obvious as to why you went sans trou down yonder. Wait another second, I thought this was supposed to be no sex stories? I’m telling!
Jaimie, Sharbonna is reported, reported, reported, reported! ~
I leaned over in the bathroom to pick something up from the floor. I put my hand on the edge of the tub but my hand slipped and I fell and hit my face on the side of the tub. It hurt like crazy and I was bruised along my cheekbone. I'm a little surprised I didn't fracture the bone but it's OK now. This happened about a month ago.
Part of an extreme weightlifting/cardio exercise class - - while rest of class was doing various exercise, one person at a time had to get through an obstacle course. A curved balance beam was part of the obstacle course. I tried to move across it too fast for me. :)
You're right!! The classes are a blast! And the teacher is really good, a Marine with a hilarious sense of humor.
That injury took me out of the classes (and quite a bit of any exercising, for that matter) for an entire month though. The ribs weren't broken but they were really 'bruised' I could say. My answer only applied to a 'visual'-to-the-eye bruise, I guess. :)
Since I bruise like a banana, I usually don't know where all my bruises come from. The last one I can identify was a series of bruises on the back of my legs. Somebody at Target thought it was a good idea to push a grocery cart full of cases of water topped by several packages of paper towels that completely obscured his vision at a high rate of speed. He also thought when he heard someone (me) yelp in pain, that it was a signal to push harder because he was stuck on something, so he have a mighty shove and seemed surprised when I screamed even louder. I think he was one of those Intsa Cart people who seem determined to increase business by making shopping in person dangerous and/or unpleasant as they block the aisles and empty the shelves.
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