I had an accident yesterday. An accident which resulted in an injury. My nose! I am going to try to describe what happened. I might not make much sense, so bear with me!
I had a very large cardboard box to put in the recycling bin. I took all of the tape off and flattened it. I went out to the bins. They are kept inside wooden sheds. The lid of the wheelie bin is chained to the roof of the woodshed. You lift the lid of the woodshed up and it raises the lids of the bins.
This may sound obvious, but it’s an operation you need two hands for. You lift the lid with one hand, and place the items to be recycled in with the other hand.
What did I do? I was struggling to squeeze this enormous section of cardboard into the wheelie bin, so without thinking, I used both of my hands to push it down. Gravity doesn’t take a break does it! Next thing I knew I was staggering back in absolute bewilderment. The wooden roof of the shed had slammed down. It gave me a terrific blow right on my nose.
At first I was rather dazed. I stumbled back into the building where I was working and sat on the steps, tears streaming down my face, and trying to let the pain diffuse. After a few minutes I stood up and tried to carry on with work, but all afternoon I felt dizzy and some pain across my nose and the front of my face. I cracked on with work and went shopping after work. But as soon as I reached home, I felt a lot more tired than usual.
I called a couple of friends who were coming up here for a drink (there’s lots of great restaurants and bars on the high street) and said I didn’t think I could make it. They nipped in to see me an hour later with some cookies (yum yum), and then they headed out to go and pick a bar. I think they were hoping to talk me into going after all, but when they saw my blue-ish nose, I think they realized I needed to rest. So I did.
I am so glad I am not seeing Jack this weekend. What would he make of me with bruises right in the middle of my mug? Well, I can’t hide from everyone. I have to work all weekend. I am hoping the bruising doesn’t get worse. And I am hoping it hasn’t made my nose crooked. I keep staring at my nose in the mirror. My face is funny enough without a wobbly nose!
Such a silly mistake – and it was all my fault! I just became distracted with determination to push the cardboard into the wheelie bin and temporarily forgot about the force of gravity. Poor funny face!