Check out my shiner..........

Oh, my goodness!  I am glad you are okay!  This is a stupid question, but what was it that hit you?  Or did you hit your head on the wall?

Ouch! That must have hurt!!!

Some years ago when I owned a waterbed, I injured my arm on the side board.  I had been out to a night club and when I drink, I have a restless sleep.  I guess when I turned in the night I must has smacked the outter side of my left wrist against the side board because when I woke up my wrist was sore. It got more sore as the day went on so I went to a walk-in-clinic. It was a Saturday and their xray department was closed, so the doctor put a tensor on it and told me that if it doesn't feel better by Tuesday to go to my family doctor or the ER.

Well, Monday I was at work and went to the bathroom. I was wearing a pair of control top pantyhose, and if anyone who isn't a twig has ever put those things on, knows they aren't easy to pull up!

So here I am in the bathroom at work  trying to pull up my control top pantyhose, when suddenly I hear "SNAP!" and the pain was out of this world. I collapsed to the floor in a fetal position with my hand between my knees and I was balling my eyes out.

One of the sales guys drove me to the ER.  They did an xray and found that I had a torn ligament.

Well, OMG!  Suddenly the police were there, social work was there, psychiatry was there.  I guess they didn't believe my story about having smacked it on the side of the waterbed and then injuring it futher via control top pantyhose.  They were all trying to convince me to turn in the dirty rotten scoundrel who "twisted" my wrist.

I kept telling them that I wasn't in a relationship. I didn't have a boy friend. I went home alone on Friday night, and woke up alone on Saturday morning. And that the people at work can vouch that I was in the bathroom alone when I screamed out in pain.

However, they didn't believe me, so on my record there for that visit anyway, it's marked that I was "beaten up".  Now that's not to say that I was never in an abusive relationship, because I was, but that was years and years (maybe 10?) before that incident.

Ow!  If it makes you feel any better; a year or so after we were married my DH rolled over in bed and hit his head on his night stand.  Apparently pretty hard.  I ended up having to take him to the ER to be sure he didn't have a concussion! 

My bad wife moment; he was trying to wake me up because his head hurt and I told him to be quiet and go to sleep.   Poor guy.  He has learned over the years that I will say some strange (mean) things when woken up!  And I don't remember them AT ALL!  Apparently I also do things in my sleep.  Poor guy.  Didn't know what he was marrying!

Maia sure got you good eh. That's what you get for not being at her beck and call. ;)

Now that I think of it, I don't believe I've ever had a shiner.... at least nothing like that LOL.

Hope it heals up quick.

Oh hon that looks terrible (no offense). I hope it feels better than it looks. I got a black eye once when my then BF, now DH's dog decided to run over my face. Paw right in the eye complete with claw that ripped the skin right above my eyeball. I didn't go to the emergency room because I didn't think it needed stitches (it probably did since I still have a scar 13 years later), but it took a while to heal. I got a lot of questions about it from customers. Somehow I don't think they believed the "my boyfriend's dog ran over my face" story but it was the truth!

That looks nasty! Glad it doesn't hurt as much as it looks like it should.

Linda, I can relate to your story about being "beaten up" in a way. Years ago, I had a wisdom tooth that had started to come down....into the roots of the tooth next to it. Weird. But it turned out that the surgeon had to extract both teeth as the wisdom tooth had damaged those other roots. So I went in for my appt and he removed both the wisdom tooth and the adjacent tooth. He had to cut up inside the gum to get all of the wisdom tooth....I had Novacaine and was on Valium, so it was OK. My MIL took me home and I (and my packed mouth) went off to bed.

The next morning, my entire left jaw was black and swollen. It looked nasty. Rick and I had to grab a few groceries that night, so we went to the store. And we couldn't understand why people were looking at us so weirdly. They were actually shying away from us as we walked through the store. Even the cashier, who we knew and were friendly with, acted like she didn't want to talk to us. Well, when we got out to the car, I happened to look into my mirror and then it hit me. My jaw was black and swollen....all those people must have thought that Rick hit me! It's the only possible explanation. Which takes some nerve when you stop and think about it because I'm married to one of the greatest, calmest, most gentle men around. When we figured it out, Rick was hurt and embarrassed. Just to think that somebody may have thought that about him. The next time we were in the store, I made it a point to tell the cashier about my dental surgery. She told me that she was relieved because, yes, she thought he had done something.

Many years ago, I was in a bad car accident and my car flipped over twice. It was going into the third flip when I hit the tree. No seat belt and I was very lucky that I even walked away. Sometime during the flips, I must have hit the steering wheel and the drivers' window with my face and I ended up with two very black eyes and a swollen and bruised nose. I had to take my mother to visit with some of her friends and, of course, everybody asked me if I was OK. I was. I looked worse than I felt. But when I was in the bathroom, several ladies asked my mom if Rick "smacked that poor girl around because she wrecked her car"!!! Mom got upset and said, "Dear Lord, no! She hit the steering wheel with her face! That's why she's all bruised!" Poor Rick. Once again, people thought the worst of him. And that man wouldn't hurt a flea.

It's so bad that people jump to conclusions sometimes.

Owwwww! Sending vibes that you heal up quickly hun!

Oh, honey, that looks awful!  I'm glad it looks worse than it feels.

When I was 18, I had a serious crush on one of the lifeguards at the community pool where my brother and I would go.

My step-mom had come to pick us up and I was talking to Charlie (the lifeguard) and flirting of course.

I was opening the car door as I was talking, then turned around and whack! I hit myself with the door, hard.

Knocked myself out cold and had the biggest shiner I'd ever had in my life.

Needless to say, I lost my cool points, and was too embarrassed to ever talk to Charlie again.

Ouch that does look sore :(

Ouch, I have had a black eye once. Me and a friend were at the gas station trying to plug my tire that had 3 nails in it, I didn't have the money for a new one right at that moment. We had been told that plugging it would be easy. Well I had the pliers and was trying to pull it out and it jut wasn't budging, so she decided too try. We were sitting side by side on the curb and when she slipped off the nail while trying to pull it with as much force as she could her hand flew back and hit me right in the eye. I felt it welt up immediately but didn't think anything else would come of it. While my eye was watering from the impact some nice guy came up to offer to help us... it probably looked like I was crying over a flat tire. Well the next morning, because this was late at night, I woke up to discover I had a nice black eye. I work as a server and had to work a double that day, so the employees were asking me who they needed to beat up, but at least believed me when I told them what had happened. I am kinda a clumsy and stuff like this happens to me often. In fact I had tripped and fell and banged myself up pretty bad including a concussion, awful bruises and very nastily skinned up knees and hands only a month before. Well all of my tables that day could clearly see it even under a ton of make-up and a some asked me about it. After I was told by one table it was ok to leave him, and that I didn't need to stay in an abusive relationship I stopped telling people what happened and went with its a long story, or you wouldn't believe me if I told you. The thing is that I didn't have a boyfriend and they didn't believe that either. Oh well... I got huge tips that night, I think they were sympathy tips.

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Originally Posted by MoochNNoodles 

Ow!  If it makes you feel any better; a year or so after we were married my DH rolled over in bed and hit his head on his night stand.  Apparently pretty hard.  I ended up having to take him to the ER to be sure he didn't have a concussion! 

 

My bad wife moment; he was trying to wake me up because his head hurt and I told him to be quiet and go to sleep.   Poor guy.  He has learned over the years that I will say some strange (mean) things when woken up!  And I don't remember them AT ALL!  Apparently I also do things in my sleep.  Poor guy.  Didn't know what he was marrying!

You sound just like me. I do stuff in my sleep, especially when i am really stressed out I will do some really strange things while I sleep walk, including the night I filled every cup in the cabinet with water and left them on the counter and went back to bed. I sleep talk all the time, and if you wake me up although I don't really think I am awake because I don't remember saying anything, but I am usually really mean about whatever I say. There has only been one time I remember saying anything and I think it was only because I came to enough consciousness, I had 2 alarms set because I don't wake up to alarms well, but they were both going off, well my roommate came in an yelled at me that my alarms were going off and I responded with they don't have any plugs. I am not sure what that was supposed to mean, but she came in and turned them off, and I asked her how she did it and she responded with I hit the off button. I just said oh and rolled over. She didn't think I would remember any of it latter that day because I normally don't, but I did. I think there was something I wanted to do early but obviously didn't as I went back to sleep.

Wow - that looks painful! Best wishes for speedy healing 

OUCH! I hope you're feeling better!

I think maybe DH can top your black eye story. When Marge was about 10 weeks old, she smacked him on the eye, and gave him a black eye!  I've never let this 6ft2, 225-lb former Marine truck driver forget that he was bested by a KITTEN.   (To save face for him, I told him it was ok for him to tell the guys that his 5ft wife gave him the shiner!)

Ironically, after replying about DH's old black eye yesterday, he looked at MY right eye tonight, and said, "Did someone punch you?" Apparently, I somehow have gotten a black eye; or maybe it's just a very dark under-eye circle from my severe anemia (which makes sense the past couple of days)!