Well, today I'm going to issue a warning about doorknobs and hands.
Why the hell I was in a hurry to get into the shower yesterday morning is beyond me. I didn't have a hot date I needed to primp for. The Secretary of State wasn't coming to the house for lunch.
I had just come home from Jazzercise and was scooting into the bedroom while disrobing. It's a technique I have perfected.
I grabbed my bathrobe to make the run to the bathroom and as I entered that room I was pulling off the robe. That specific action calls for my left arm to fly over my head and come sweeping down right on top of the door knob. Well, I hadn't planned that part; it just happened.
Hence . . .
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| This is what I saw after exiting the shower. |
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| Later in the day it morphed into this. |
Please ignore the age spots. I'm looking for a tool in my picture program to get rid of those pesky things.
One exists, right? Right???
Is there a lesson to be learned here? Oh, are you waiting for me to give the answer? I don't have one; I'm asking you - is there a lesson to be learned here? If there is, please forward it along. Please.
Hands bleed a lot!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely and this wasn't the first or, I'm certain, not the last time this will happen to me.
DeleteLesson: Slow down. It's a hard one to learn after a gazillion years of always doing things the same speedy way.
ReplyDeleteI have called this time in my life "the age of deliberate movement."
DeleteNow if I would just listen to myself.
Our skin thins, and then thins some more, as we age. It doesn't take much of a bump for us to bleed......a.........lot. Sigh.....one of those fun things about aging :)
ReplyDeleteAnd don't you just love to hear a young doctor say, "and as we age?"
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