swollen eyebrow

I realized I never wrote about my recent head injury, and it was pretty funny even to me, so you might enjoy it. I have a habit of never turning a light on if I get up in the middle of the night, mostly because I hate blinding myself but also because it wakes me up and then it takes longer to get back to sleep. I’m usually very good at navigating my parents’ house, Jessica’s parents’ house, Todd’s parents’ house, and my own apartment like this, because I’m familiar with them. So the other night, I got up to use the bathroom and didn’t turn any lights on. Once I’d washed my hands, I turned and thought I was aiming for the doorway, but it turns out I was actually aimed for the doorframe, into which I crashed my head spectacularly.

Since I was fully under the impression that I was heading out the door, I was going full speed when I made contact. I stubbed my toe but the big pain was slamming my right eyebrow into the frame. I immediately screeched “God damnit!” before remembering that my roommate was probably asleep and I ought not to be making such a racket. I managed to stumble into my bedroom and get in bed after this and, as I lay there, I ran my fingers over my eyebrow. Already I felt a huge lump and was vaguely intrigued by what I must look like, but I figured not to tempt fate and instead just stay in bed. The next morning, I looked like Quasimodo, but some ice and Advil helped me along to where my brow was only a little swollen. By now, several days later, there’s only a yellowish bruise on my eyelid, and it’s no longer tender to the touch. I joked with Todd that “I ran into a door” sounds like the worst excuse ever, and that he’d better watch out, people’ll be coming after him.

Happy Halloween, all! I’m going with Todd and some other friends downtown tonight where apparently 200-something people have been rehearsing and are going to reenact Michael Jackson’s Thriller, complete with zombie dress and dancing.