I glippie-trippie-seed myself. For those not in the medical industry, an explanation.
I tripped over a cord. Just as I recovered, I tripped on a rug, slamming my palm into the corner of my desk. I twisted my other hand against my desk (both bruised).
Then, in order to stop myself, I rammed my head into a wooden shelf. Though it may be more accurate to say the shelf stopped me as I was moving and it was not.
To summarize, Glippie-trippie-seed: a double trip ending with a few tears and a big ouch. Resulting in a headache involving no alcohol. Followed up with several Advil. You probably saw it in the Olympics.
If Advil wants to sponsor me, I can find other shameless ways to plug their drug.
Oh Deidra…I hope your day gets better!!! 🙂
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I’d Like this post, but it just sounds too painful for you! Feel better soon.
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Who do you think you are, Jennifer Lawrence?
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Lol, nice to know there is someone as clumsy as I am 😉
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Oh no. How much can a single body take? Glippie-trippie-seed are BIG ouches. Hope you’ll feel better in the morning. 😉
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Oh, my!!! That is a huge ouch! Sure hope you heal quickly and all the soreness and pain is not over the top. Hugs
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No alcohol!? First mistake. 🙂 Thanks for posting so much these days.
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Sounds violently painful. Watch your step.
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OW!
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I feel your pain and think that I should add Glippie-trippie-seed to my word set. Be well sweetie.
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Glad you are ok! Maybe alcohol today!. I have a chair that hates my braided rug and it gets all tangled up in it and when I rescue it, I fall flat on my KNEES! I stopped rescuing my chair!
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Sound like advanced Whoops a daisy.
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Loving it. Quit witty.
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I’ve done this, with and without alcohol involved. More embarrassing without, though. Mom used to call me the gold medal winner of klutz.
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Funny, my Mom use to call me Einstein. I’ve never been able to figure out why.
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