Getting Clocked

Today had its moments. I took Audrey for her one year check-up. She's wonderful. Had to get a couple of shots and a finger prick for some tests. We got groceries afterwards. Took longer than I anticipated and Audrey kept gnawing at the bandage on her finger. While in line, I decided to remove the bandage because it was grossing me out. I didn't realize it was still bleeding. So I had to abandoned my groceries on the belt to go get a box of bandaids. Ok. We finish. We go out to the car and the clod next to me parked so close to me that I quickly realized it would be a challenge to get Audrey into her carseat, especially with a diaper bag/purse strapped over my shoulder. So I try to arrange the cart with Audrey and the groceries so it won't move. The remaining slosh and ice make it slick and difficult, but I manage to secure them. I scoot through the narrow passage and open the passenger side door and WHAM, I hit myself with the the door. The edge of the window hit my eye so hard that...well I sort of knocked myself silly. I didn't know what had happened except it hurt like hell and I couldn't open my eye. I immediately began crying. I tried to open my eye again. Nothing. I pulled my glove off the hand I had been covering my eye with and felt my face. My eye was bleeding. Then I really sort of lost it. A bloody nose or lip is one thing. But a bleeding eye is quite another--pretty disturbing. AND in the mean time, MY BABY is in a cart of groceries in twenty degree weather on a parking lot. I wasn't sure what to do. I got to the cart and cried and tried to pull myself together. The Salvation Army bell ringer came to my aid and helped me to the restroom of the Schnucks. I saw that I had sliced right under my eyelid--that was what was bleeding. My eye was red as hell and throbbing. I was a mess. I called Lindsey who of course said he'd race home. But I told him to hold off. Audrey, thankfully, was oblivious. Salvation Army guy was my salvation--helping me back to the car and loading my groceries in the back while I got Audrey in the car seat. I called Lindsey back on the way home to reassure him that I was ok. Once home, I cleaned up the wound. But I was having trouble focusing so ended up going to the emergency care clinic. Again, Audrey was an angel throughout all of this. Basically, they said I have a very bruised eye and eyelid but there doesn't appear to be damage to my eye. No stitches necessary. I'm not supposed to wear my contacts for a few days and keep it clean. I look like someone clocked me. I'm hoping I don't have a black-eye. Embarrassing and painful.

So, to the clod that parked so close to me today...karma, buddy, karma!


Last year around this same time, someone parked so close to me in the parking garage at work that I could not get into my car. I was 9 MONTHS PREGNANT. Sorry, but I needed to be able to open the door more than 5 inches to get inside. It was freezing. I couldn't very well wait until this clown decided to leave and there are only about 50 tenants in our complex, so i had no way to find him. I had to get in on the passenger side and climb over the emergency brake/shift area to get into my driver seat. Can I just say again...I WAS 9 MONTHS PREGNANT and that already made me pissed off an uncomfortable 98% of the day anyway. Trying to walk was difficult enough. Maneuvering through the obstacle course of the front seat--nearly impossible. Needless to say this jerk got a letter left on his window that I'm sure will go down in hormonal tirade history.


So, to the clod that parked so close to me last December...karma, buddy, karma!

Next December, I'm not leaving the house.