I think the worst thing about what happened to me tonight is what could have happened. I mean, not to be all melodramatic but, this is exactly the dumb kind of thing that kills people. And then Steph would have had to explain that I died from a Duck, Duck, Goose injury. What a humiliating way to go.
OK, here's the story. Eddie really wanted to play duck, duck, goose tonight. We've removed our coffee table in anticipation of a new sectional Thursday, so there's just enough open space to kinda sorta do it. All went well for the first few rounds. We called out things like "cow" or "giraffe" instead of duck and it was the height of hilarity. Then I tagged Eddie as the goose and took off running. But I was wearing my beloved winter crocs and somehow I tripped. I slammed face first -- hard -- into the arm of the loveseat that had been pushed aside (also in anticipation of the new sectional). My head snapped back quite sickeningly both for me and for Steph. I crumpled as Chas joyfully jumped on my back, clearly not recognizing that this wa not a funny-ha-ha kind of moment. I was seriously afraid I had broken my back or my neck and thought I'd be leaving the house in an ambulance. After a minute or two on the ground, where Steph gently eased me. My lip is quite swollen, I'm a bit nauseated and my neck and head are killing me, but I think I'll survive.
Actually, the first sign I had that I was alright was when I started to worry about having to tell the emergency room people that it was a Duck,Duck,Goose-related injury. Had I, in fact, injured myself any other way, I may indeed have gone to the hospital just to check things out. But a $75 copay coupled with the humiliation of having to explain it is just enough to keep me home with an ice pack. I will, however, be thinking of a good story to tell people about my fat lip and it will NOT involve D,D,G.
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Gads, Cheryl, are you OK?
Nothing like your experience, but when GAry and I were in Hawaii once, we were in an orchid place, of course, that had a pet parrot. It crawled up on my arm, eyed a necklace I had on and decided to grab ahold of it and yank, hard.
Gary was about ready to throttle the bird as the necklace got tighter and tighter. I was envisioning National Inquirer headlines of "Native Bird Throttles Tourist"
But again, you accident sounds much more alarming.
LOL. I don't know if mine was more alarming -- but it was more embarrassing. Still, the birds clearly have it out for us -- you attacked by a parrot and me by two ducks and a goose.
Seriously, still sore but on the mend. And my lip only looked like Angelina Jolie's for about a day -- which is actually a bummer.
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