This morning I woke up, realised I may have overslept, lunged towards my alarm clock to check the time, and was smartly reminded of the presence of the solid, sharp wooden corner of my bedside shelf.
The welt just above my right eyebrow was a little red but otherwise looked fine in my bathroom mirror. I drove to work. Then I went into the lift and saw my reflection. A purple mound was rising.
I put an ice pack on my head in the morning, and it fit very nicely on top of my spectacles – much to the amusement of people around me. Most of the swelling subsdided eventually , but there is still a tiny bump … and it still hurts.
As misery loves company, I’d like to note that A L stubbed her toes recently and they’re blue-black too.