“You were gone for 2 minutes, WHAT HAPPENED???” -my boyfriend last Monday.
We all have that one friend who is always in a brace or always sick. They’re the ‘accident waiting to happen‘ friend. Though you worry about them constantly, they make up for it with their hilarious injury stories and laughable accidents.
They’ve sprained ankles by tripping on shoelaces, broken thumbs in field-day games and almost lost shoulders to the thousand times a day they walk into door frames.
I’m that friend and today I have a story that rivals even their most hilarious injuries.
It starts a few years ago when I realized that every time you flush the toilet with the lid up, a little bit of toilet water sprays out and gets on you and the walls–ew. To prevent myself from getting sprayed, I started a routine: 1. opening the stall door, 2. flushing, then 3. madly rushing out of the stall to prevent ANY of that mess from getting on me (sorry not sorry if that’s TMI).
What does that have to do with anything, you may ask? I got reckless.
The other day I carried on with my routine as usual: open the door, flush and rush. But this time, step 1 failed me. I turned to rush when I saw a thin, gray stall door quickly approaching my face.
Yes, folks, I ran into a door.
Not only did I run into a door, but I ran into that door with such force that my head bounced back and somehow hit the side of the stall.
I walked back laughing with a bloody lip because what else could I have done? I had just walked straight into a door. I found out the next day that not only had I busted my lip, but I had managed to get my third concussion. At least I think it’s my third… it might be my fourth.
I’m not supposed to be looking at screens, but at this point, I’ve broken that rule to look at Instagram that there’s no excuse for not writing a blog post.
I hope my antics keep you entertained. What’s the best injury story you’ve ever heard? Comment below. Tag your accident-prone friend to warn them not to walk into doors.
See ya real soon,
Annie
Annie Proctor 