optical contusion        


ouch.  i just opened the fridge and smashed the instep of my bare right foot with the bottom corner of the door.  that really hurt.  and it reminds me, of this one time, at band camp, er, when my dad and i and several of his friends were in this cabin in ontario....  it was back in the woods a ways -- being that ontario is mostly woods that's not surprising, but the fact that back in the woods was a highway running through this campground is at least mildly amusing.

anyway, canadians must be really short or something, because the fridge in this place was also really short, i mean, i was about 5'4" at the time (about 12 or 13 years old) and this thing seemed to be about 5' tall --- i could see the top of it!  and, like the brilliant civil engineers in kentucky who bank curves on highways the wrong way so that cars slide off of them, some nimrod installed the fridge with the hinges on the right in the left corner of the wall, so that the handle was next to the wall.  *sigh*  and if you're standing in front of the fridge, with the stove and sink to your right and the wall to your left, there's a bunch of shelves on the wall, about 5' off the floor, immediately behind you.

so i open the fridge, and as i'm doing it, i realize this assinine setup means i have to back up so i don't smash myself in the face with the door.  as i back up, the shelves very painfully stop my head's backward motion, and in fact my head recoils forward quite alarmingly quickly --- directly into the path of the door that i am still swinging open.   *smash* goes my cheekbone into the swinging top corner of the white-enameled metal refrigerator door, and i see first black and then brilliant splashes of blue and yellow as i stumble dumbly backwards, losing all balance but somehow not falling to the floor.  and i swore like a sailor.  or at least a fishmerman.

this little incident would've literally poked my eye out had my head been one half of an inch on either direction, but as it turned out i got a nastly little cut on my lower eyelid and a big, nasty-looking black eye.

my dad and i told everybody i got the black eye in a fight with a bear.


Sat, 13 Nov 1999 11:50:54