Today, while leaning into the van to get some groceries, I banged the top of my head on the top of the van doorframe. I just didn’t duck enough. The pain shot through my head and neck, as I guess my neck didn’t like it when the body that was moving in a forward motion was suddenly stopped by a head that wasn’t moving in a forward motion anymore. It hurt so bad that I put my head down on the seat and held it while saying, “Ow, Ow, Ow!”. I did not swear, as Jenna was in the car. But I guess I wasn’t hurt enough for her to worry about me, because she just continued into the house. By the time I made it into the house, I was crying, it hurt so bad. And I was mad. Mad at myself that I would get hurt doing something so routine. And embarrassed, because I must be really really stupid to get hurt banging my head on the van, for Pete’s sake.
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OUCH! I’m embarassed to say that I’ve done that myself – on the van and also on Eli’s bunk bed. Too many times. And, good job on the swear withholding. You are such a good mom!
I’ve also done that – more than once. The worst was when i was carrying Jared and he was about 6 months old and I walked right into the back van hatch that up and hit my head so hard that i was surprised I didn’t fall down. OW is right!!
I’ve been there too. It’s amazing how much it hurts!!! I hope the pain (and the embarrassment) has gone away.
Sorry that happened to you. At least you didn’t get your hand slammed in the car door!
I usually leave a cupboard door open and bonk into that right on my forehead, which smarts a lot. I usually wonder if I have damaged my brain from the injury.