I saw the movie Million Dollar Baby several years ago and was quite inspired. I fell in love with boxing! Pretty soon, I had signed up at a gym and started training here and there. I love the feeling of punching the bag, getting out all my aggression, and strengthening my body. My trainer always tried to get me to sign up for matches, but it was never about beating anyone; it was about connecting with a primal part of me. Last week, I decided to give it a shot, why not?
And this is what I ended up with...
Well, it was either a boxing match or I had food poisoning and was rushing for the toilet in the morning, while wearing my glasses, and pushed the lid not quite far enough so that it fell on my glasses, cutting my nose and giving me a world-class bruise. ‘Cause let me tell you, vomiting into a bowl is not as awesome as vomiting AND bleeding into a bowl.
“Great,” I thought while heaving, “Food poisoning and breaking my nose. I am accomplished.”
It’s not broken, but the nose sure looks fantastic.
Just for fun, Other Half and I have come up with mismatched stories. When someone asks us what happened we say at the same time:
“Oh I’m so clumsy, I fell into a doorway.”
“We got into a car accident; she hit the dash.”
Saturday morning, right after I sent El Guille to his room for a time out, I heard a bang and then the baby shrieking the horrific pain cry. I ran and found Proximo with a massive, massive, gigantic purple goose-egg with dent, on his forehead. I had to remain calm to interrogate El Guille. Do you know how hard it is to remain calm when all you want to do is scream to high heavens? Apparently, El Guille, tired of his brother, decided to get on top of his bed, and throw a three pound FREE WEIGHT onto the baby. I just can’t…
We went to the doctor and the baby did not have a skull fracture and did not appear to have a concussion, especially since he didn’t lose consciousness. The doctor described that a skull fracture is “mushy,” and then stuck his tongue out and shook with the heebie-jeebies.
You guys, a free weight.
The sad thing is that the baby still follows El Guille around all day, trying to do what he does. I think Proximo has Stockholm Syndrome.
Me with my nose, and the baby with his bruised noggin, people are going to start asking questions.