And in the long-running, continuing saga of “Pinklea Hurts Herself” …
Pinklea hurts herself again!
Again, it was a stupid little thing, just like my last incident (in which I didn’t really hurt myself, to be fair. Only my dignity was truly damaged. Oh – and there was a large bruise on my arm, but I can’t say for sure whether or not it was caused by that fall. I’m often finding rogue bruises here and there on my body. I may possibly be clumsy.).
But at least I changed the venue. This time I was at work.
I was using the photocopier. It stopped working, and the message on the screen was something about more paper being required. So I went to grab more paper to feed the machine. The paper on the lower shelves was, naturally, not there. But there was lots of paper on the higher shelves.
I hunted for the stepladder that is usually kept in the corner behind the photocopier. No luck. A chair in the room, maybe? Also no luck. A box, even? Nope. So I stood on my tippytoes and attempted to dislodge a package of paper by poking it with my outstretched fingers. Ah, that worked!
I was able to wiggle that package of paper to the edge of the shelf, then I could grasp it properly to take it down and insert it into the paper drawer of the photocopier. Except I didn’t have as good a grip on the package as I thought, and when I started to ease it down, it did a funny little flip, bounced off my thigh, and landed on the floor with a rather too-loud thud.
Instant throbbing pain in my thigh. So what was my next move? I calmly picked up the paper and put it in the machine and pressed the button to continue on with my photocopying. Then I collected all my papers and staggered off to my classroom, wondering why this was hurting so much. I mean, some paper bounced off my leg, was all! That shouldn’t hurt like this, should it?
That first wave of pain did lessen, and I was left with only a moderate throbbing ache. I carried on with my teaching duties till recess. Then I had to go to the bathroom, and that’s when I saw the damage.
It seems that a corner of the paper package was what struck my thigh, and it ripped a nice deep scratch into me. I was a bit surprised that my pants hadn’t also been ripped through, actually. But the accompanying bruising! Wow! My poor leg has a very large, swollen, purple area around that scratch, and it hurts like a bugger when anything (like clothing) touches it. It’s the kind of bruise that I’ll have for a l – o – n – g time, I can tell.
There goes my career as a leg model.