Willy Willy

[den]

43*C today. The minions were all up at the truck wash, washing trucks are you do in a truck wash. They didn't mind it so much because of all the water flying all over the place. I decided to move my car out of the sun and into the shed. Just as I opened the door a big willy willy hit the yard. It caught the door and tried to slam it shut. The top corner of the door smacked onto the right hand side of my jaw, about half way between my chin and the bend where it goes up to the skull. Something in my face went... well, not so much "CRACK!" as "squish."

The bruise and swelling make me look like I've been in a fight, when in fact I walked into a door. It hurts a bit.

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[ms-interpret.livejournal.com]

I hear ya! I know that spousal abuse is prevalent, but jeez, so are accidents. My husband likes to sleep with his arm bent up behind his head, and I cannot tell you how many times I've rolled over and whacked my face right into his elbow. I've bruised several times. People always assume he's hit me (utterly ridiculous if they knew him at ALL), and get that smirky 'yeah sure' look when I tell 'em the truth.

[janetmiles.livejournal.com]

Heh. The one time I was afraid that Dale was going to hurt me was completely out of his control.

See, Dale has epilepsy. And one night, *in his sleep*, he seized while he had his arm linked with mine. For a few seconds until I got untangled, I was afraid he was going to dislocate something.