It's the second time I've done it now.
Walking up the staircase, walking through the door, I was distracted by two flyers on the door. I turned back around to read what they said. Unfortunately for me, there's a tiny 6-8 inch wall by the door that's easy to not notice under normal circumstances.
When I was done reading, I turned around to go along on my merry way, not even thinking twice, but apparently I hadn't cleared the 6 inches of wall. I was also, unfortunately, very very close to the corner of the wall and immediately smacked my face against it.
I get hurt quite a bit and quite often.
But this one actually did hurt. I could feel everything reverberating in my head. "Aw man," I thought, "I'm going to get a bruise."
I got to my apartment and immediately ice packed it.
The funny thing? If you look at the picture, you can see where I hit my brow bone by the little red dot beneath my eyebrow. That's the part I iced since it was sticking out like a giant chick pea. The top picture was at the end of yesterday.
While I had makeup on, I couldn't tell if I was bruising or if I had finally mastered the whole "outer v" eye shadow technique. Alas, I have not. It was the bruise. I bet if i just put purple eye shadow on the other side, nobody will be able to tell, I thought. It was pretty impressive. It made me look like I had a crease and like I knew how to put makeup in it.
However, upon waking up this morning, my bruise had changed.
I now look like I got a little too carried away with reddish-purple eyeliner.
My eye is also swollen and I can kind of see my own eyelid.
At least I was wearing my contacts when I crashed into the wall. I feel like, had I been wearing glasses, I would've broken my very expensive glasses. (Being blind isn't cheap!)
I wish I got hurt in more interesting ways.
This is like the time I broke my arm just falling over while walking. Or when I sprained my ankle doing laundry.
Next time, I'm just going to lie. "Attacked by a tiger!"