December 02, 2008
Thursday night after dinner, I settled down on my lower bunk bed, and proceeded with my self-assigned art project - covering a new white mailbox with green vines and black fleur-de-lis.
As I was rubbing and applying decals, I noticed that my wrist was quite sore. Inspection revealed that I had a two inch long, deep purple bruise covering the area surrounding my wrist joint.
I didn’t remember whacking it hard enough to do that much damage, which was weird. So, I just continued working, being conscious not to bump or rest on it.
Concentrating and sitting quietly, my bunk-mates, the three sisters returned from the shower. One their way by, one said to me, “I think you left your bra on a shower hook. I recognized it.”
Now, I’m thinking, “Huh? How could anyone recognize my bra? It’s not like I go parading around without a shirt...." Ahhhhhhhh, nooooo…. Couldn’t be!
Yep, turns out that there was indeed a witness to my shop vac incident, after all.
That’s how she recognized my bra, and after a few moments we realized that’s how I got the bruise. Only technically, it wasn’t really a "bruise" anymore. It was a nearly perfectly-round, large, two inch hickey that resulted from my wrist being vacuum suctioned to the hose. I took a lot of teasing for that. Lots of comments like, “How could you not know what getting a hickey feels like?” and “We really need to get you a boyfriend!”
Truly, is anybody really surprised that I managed to discovered another creative and entirely unique way to hurt myself on a missionary trip?
I didn't bother trying to explain that on an injury report.
Not sure anyone would have believed it, anyway.
Posted by jaselin at December 2, 2008 07:55 PM