Slippery People

Good lord - I'm a fucking mess. 

Eclipse day did not go without errors, not that the sun or the moon had a thing to do with them. I think. 

Hours before, I did my daily visit to the gym. Workout was not a problem. Showering was not a problem. 

Post shower???   Problem. 

I'll set the scene. 

Now, when I shower (or sauna) I either have shower shoes on or dry my feet upon my exit. This other guy - built as he is - doesn't. Didn't. And I didn't notice. 

He was in the sauna while I was in the shower. By the time I had gotten out, so had he and he was doing something in front of the sink and mirrors. I went to my locker to get my potions, lotions and cremes. A man's skin needs to be moisturized and hydrated and SPF'd dontcha know. 

While I went there, he went into the shower. Blobby did what he always does and made his to the mirror / sink area - wrapped only in a towel.  ....not that that has any bearing on the story, but I thought I'd give you all a visual in your head. 

Had I looked down, I'd have seen where the guy had been was wet. No - not wet. Sopping. I don't know if he just splashed in the sink, or if he was just dripping sweat from the sauna - or both. Seriously, it was like nine square feet of wet - slick wet. 

I know this now after the fact. 

As I approached said sink, my dry feet were no longer dry. I hit the sweat / water mixture (let's hope that's all it was) and I slipped. 

Not just slipped but skidded, if you will. Lost balance. I was going down. I was trying to avoid hitting the sink (somehow) and I did (somehow). Unfortunately, above the sink is a metal shelf where I would have placed my toiletries. 

I cracked my head on the left corner of said shelf. 

Somewhere circling my head were stars or birds, as they do in cartoonland. 

I regained my composure somewhat quickly, but it felt like forever. I looked and saw the gouge, but no blood, though I knew it was coming. And it did. 

I went to dress, then came back - carefully and with shoes on - and cleaned the wound and (now) blood. But it would take pressure for the drive home where I could get antibiotic cream and a steri-strip. 

Out walking later that evening, 710 told me that our neighbor Tish asked what happened to my head. I missed that, as her husband and I were talking eclipse. I need to come up with a good story - not the actual one. That seems little fun to me. 

I think Blobby is gonna have a new scar. It's ok. Chicks. Dig. Scars. 

Song by: Talking Heads