The other day, before we gave away Mamma Kitty & her little angels (who were so stupid they couldn't figure out how to use a litter pan) I was coming in from the parlor where we had Sparkles in quarantine. He tried to dart inside & I bent over to stop him.
Oh, I stopped him all right.
And slammed my head into the corner of some cabinets right beside the door.
I saw stars & just knew I was going to have a huge knot right in the middle of my forehead. When I put my hand up to check I experienced an unexpected wet feeling.
Suddenly I didn't care if Sparkles got inside or not.
I went inside & told Keith I needed help.
He freaked completely out. He said I had blood pouring down all over my face. I don't remember it being quite that much of a gusher, but I was pretty shaky & there WAS blood all over my hand. He pressed a towel to my head & told me to go sit down while he got the first aid kit.
Surprising, he didn't return with duct tape.
He cleaned me up then forced me to sit back in the recliner with a towel & an ice pack. When he finally pulled the ice pack off my head wasn't bleeding any more & there was just a tiny cut about 1/4 inch long right on my hairline.
Thankfully no stitches or duct tape needed.
I have to admit, I milked it for all it was worth. I spent the rest of the night with my feet propped up, an ice pack on my head & a Midori sour in my hand. At first Keith resisted letting me drink alcohol with my head wound, but I finally convinced him I was willing to risk it.
And if I didn't get a Midori sour HE would get a head wound.
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