Wednesday, 14 January 2015
A Sick Kind Of Ouch
He came over for a bit on Saturday to escape his fighting roommates, and as he was taking off his shoes I went into my kitchen, stepping around the dishwasher door I'd left open and down.
I'd kept it open when I went to pick him up to remind me to start the dishwasher when I went out next and when we got back to my place I stepped around it and thought "I should really lift that up because he might not see it and trip over it" but the rest of my brain over-ruled that thought and said "nah, he'll see it, it's hard to miss."
Except if you're looking at a text that just came in on your phone and so therefore not looking down at all and not expecting a dishwasher door to be right there at shin level and you guys? I felt so bad.
He smacked right into it full speed and collapsed on the kitchen floor. I could tell it was that kind of pain that makes you feel sick to your stomach and I was kicking myself for not having closed the damn door.
He wasn't mad at me, said he should have been looking, and I appreciate that, but I feel like I knew better and should have just put the door up.
I gave him ice and put some arnica on for him but he had a nice little goose egg.
I kind of don't want to think about how much that must have hurt.