I have always been prone to bumping, dropping, skinning, tripping, falling, scraping, oopsing, and tumbling about. It’s just who I am. It is what I do… In an earlier post, I shared how I got the nickname, “Crash”. This uncomfortable alter-ego came for a visit this morning. It’s funny how she tends to visit while I am in public
It happened in the gym. Yeah, in the Room of Mirrors. Niiiice. I am fairly certain my clumsy incident went undetected by others - furthermore, there were only 2 others in the Room of Mirrors - and they were on the other side of the room. I can’t know for sure if anyone witnessed this - the ringing in my head was too loud the hear any possible guffahs.
I clobbered my head. I bent down to adjust the weight on some contraption, and I failed to give adequate room FOR MY HEAD. Real bright. Did you know those machines are made of metal? As hard-headed as some might believe I am, my head cannot match the strength of metal. That stuff has no give.
As for the burgeoning unicorn horn, no one can detect it but me. I’ve never been so thankful for a low hairline.
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