Why I should not be allowed to have the keys to the car

I am a bit clumsy. A bit i say, but Bill would throw his head back and laugh at that.

I tend to do lots of goofy things. Like the time I bent down to pick up something I dropped while doing a blood draw on a patient, and on the way down hit my head on the side of the chair. When I lifted my head back up, blood was running down my face from a laceration to my forehead. The patient almost passed out.

Or the time I fell out of the deep freezer at the marine park I worked at, and landed in a crate full of frozen herring, twisting my ankle all to hell.

This time, a car was involved. A parked car.

I lifted the hatch on the van, grabbed the groceries out of the back, and pulled the hatch down hard…..right on my face. i am still trying to figure out how I managed it.

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It made me see stars and I staggered in the house with blood running down my face, and dripping off of my nose….the workers building homes on either side of us stood staring, tejano music blaring in the background.

The gash on my nose was pretty icky and wide open. The one on my forehead was mostly just split open. I called Bill at work and, get this, he said he would come home at lunch and look at it. It was 9am at the time. True love.

After checking out the wounds, he decided not to stitch them. The nose one was bad, but stitching that area would be difficult and end up with more scarring.

I also ended up with a mild concussion.

I am not going out in public, because people keep asking what happened and I have to explain how I accidentally slammed my face in the trunk.

Goofy.

And just think, they allow me to drive a car.