Tough right? Well despite the fact that the picture is awful, I look ridiculous. I do not remember most of what happened after the accident. I remember standing there trying to get my balance because I hit it hard enough to be knocked back into the wall. I just knew I was going to have a huge bruise. I really don't know how long I stood there trying to get my eyes to focus and get my balance. I made it to the bathroom and saw blood. Again, I stood there. I decided I should probably call Bradley. That is all I clearly remember. I know that I talked to my sister and brother in law (who is an EMT/ paramedic). I know he told me to put a rag on it to stop the bleeding, but I was worried about it sticking since it was so open. So I sat on the couch. Apparently, I was pretty adamant about not going to get it stitched. I don't remember arguing about it, but I don't doubt it. I went to school the next morning in a butterfly. The school nurse looked at it and told me I really needed to go get it to looked at. She thought it really needed stitches. I reluctantly left and headed to the doctor. We finally got in (yes Bradley met me there, and yes I was SUPER scared of getting stitches, and yes even though I have been thru childbirth I was scared of a little needle and thread...completely different). Well lucky for me I waited too late to go in and he couldn't stitch it. He said he thought it needed it, but it would be ok without. He thought it would just scar a little worse. WOOO!! Close call. They put some sort of glue and steri-strips on it. I have had a killer headache the last two days that I can't get rid of and I am sporting this awesome battle scar. All with the lamest story ever to tell. No bad guys or awesome fights...just a cabinent door with no give.
The moral of the story: Don't get in a fight with cabinents. They always win. The End.