I have a tendency to hurt myself and not realize the full magnitude of the injury until the next day.
yesterday I ran my hip into the corner of my desk. it hurt quite bad at the time, causing me to yelp and jump up and down. the pain passed, no worries. however, I just realised that my thigh is a bit swollen and quite sore in that spot (as I knocked it against the desk again). upon inspection in the bathroom I find that I have a scrape and a rather large bruise. since the time when I injured myself, I’ve changed clothes a few times and showered, yet failed to notice the bruised area until now. hmmm
then, a couple of weeks ago, I shut my leg in the car door. hurt like the dickens, let me tell you. the pointy bottom corner of the door hit me right in the calf. I was wearing light trousers that day so I looked down to make sure I wasn’t bleeding and nothing showed, so I ran up to work and didn’t give it a moments thought. I failed to discover the huge gouge on my leg until the following afternoon when I was stretching before my run. again, I’d changed clothes several times and showered and never noticed a thing. I have a scar there now, smaller than the original injury but still. how did I hurt myself so badly that it left a scar and not notice an issue until ~24 hours later? I’m oblivious. and my leg hurts.
klutz
Dickens and Trousers. I love it!
All this year I’ve been reading comments from ‘Paul’ and thinking they were from my uncle, even when it didn’t sound like him. I’ve probably ascribed him some new, interesting characteristics based on this mistake.
doofus
don’t worry! actually, that Paul is your uncle. boyfriend Paul has not actually made any comments, though he does read the blog.