Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Ouch!

(or, Why it is a good idea to open my eyes when I walk to the bathroom in the dark.)

Lately my habit is to wake up gradually. I'm much better if I give myself a chance to gain consciousneess over a period of time rather than jumping up and into the shower. Unfortunately since having kids my bladder requires that no matter what time I first wake up, I must make an immediate trip to the bathroom. This is really annoying on Saturday mornings when I want to sleep in--once I'm up and out of bed I often have trouble going back to sleep.

For whatever reason, it seems easier to go back to sleep on a weekday. Often times I'll get up and make a trip to the bathroom and then fall asleep for a little bit longer. Perhaps this is because it is pitch black at 5:30 when my first alarm sounds. Perhaps it is because it has been cold lately and I often want to get back into bed even if it's just to read blogs or play on Facebook for a while under a quilt. Who knows.

This morning my alarm went off like usual at 5:30 and at about 5:32 I made my groggy way to the bathroom, hunched over with closed eyes. I'm all about safety, though--you know me--so I had my left hand out in front of me to make sure I didn't run into anything. I thought the bathroom door was open but I didn't want to run into the wall. Hey, sometimes it happens.

Well, cut to me SMASHING my forehead against the corner of the open door, my hand stretching needlessly ahead of me (and just enough to the left to miss a safe catch with the palm rather than the head). I smacked it. I have a vertical line stretching from my eyebrow to my hairline--it's still red and I have a feeling it's going to turn into a nasty bruise. My head feels swollen. I'm feeling really sorry for myself.

I have a few questions at this point. Number one: who left that door halfway open, thrusting rudely into the middle of our bedroom like some Japanese Game Show-style obstacle course? Of course the answer to that question is probably Yours Truly, but it seemed odd. The other thing I'm wondering is why I couldn't have aimed about two inches to the left and saved myself a whole lot of grief. No idea. Why couldn't I open my eyes? What's wrong with me?

You bet your sweet bippy I got back in bed after that, and my head was pounding so bad I didn't even bother with blogs or anything else on my phone. I reset my alarm for an hour later and tried to slip into uncosciousness quickly. It seemed like ten minutes when that second alarm went off.

My head hurts. What is it lately with me and my head?



3 comments:

  1. I used to be the same way with the gradual wake up. Second year of law school I would stumble out of bed, put on my running shoes, and stumble down stairs. I firmly believe I was still half asleep for the first mile of the run!

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  2. So, I thought of you the other day when I PRYED myself out of bed at 7 a.m. to go RUNNING. Yeah. I almost died. You're amazing. I ran/walked/ran/walked (actually running more than walking), but I was wondering: do we still burn calories efficiently if we run/walk/run/walk. I read that somewhere.

    Sorry about your noggin. I crack mine open against the bathroom cupboard almost on a daily basis. I feel your pain.

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  3. @Heidi--YES!!! Any walking/running is better than sitting on the couch, right? And I ALWAYS walk when I run. Doesn't mean you're not running. It helps you go longer and farther. I say keep it up. :)

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