I really need a good story to go with this.

[feliciakw]

So apparently my subconscious wants me to be able to commiserate with Dean far more than I would actually like to.

In an incredible, astounding display of clumsiness today, I managed to hit my head (face, actually) on the car door frame in such a way as to leave a significant gash on my brow bone and a bloody cut on my eyelid.

It hurt.

After the initial pain, I took a look at my glasses to see how badly the frames were bent (they came out pretty much okay), then looked in the mirror and realized I was bleeding. A lot.

Luckily, I had some hand cleaning towelettes in the glove box that have alcohol in them, so I was able to start mopping up the blood.

Of course we have no ice or cold compress in the office, so in true Winchester fashion, I'm holding a cold can of soda pop (the boys would use a beer bottle, I'm sure) to my eye.

It's swelling up nicely.

Oh, and we have no appropriately sized bandages. Not a butterfly bandage in sight.

I need a really good story to go with the injury.

Comments

[mtee.livejournal.com]

ouch! I have hit my head on the door frame before.. that really hurts. and I have almost hit myself in the face with a door (note to self,do not start walking through the door until it completely open!).. so I commiserate with you and your temporary clumsiness.

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

Every once in a while, I'll have a bout of incredibly stupid clumsiness. I'm hoping this is not an indicator of how the next few days are going to go.

Believe it or not, I ran through a closed door once. Long story.

[kimmer1227.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I've got a needle and thread. Can I sew you up? C'mon! I've watched the boyz do it numerous times. It won't hurt... much. Pinky swear. It'll be bad!ass. *looks innocent*

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

*looks askance at you* Whoa there, tiger. Just quit wavin' that needle at my eye and hand me the butterfly bandages. And the peanut M&Ms.

What? Peanut M&Ms make everything better.

[ficwriter1966.livejournal.com]

OW!! Take care of yourself. And work those sympathy points with the co-workers. And Geo.

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

Thanks> Yeah, I was getting some sympathy points from my boss today. George will probably just say something like, "Wow. That looks like it hurts." *snerk*

ETA: I did not give Geo enough credit. He was much more sympathetic than I gave him credit for.

(Recently, the song "Let's Hear It for the Boy" has been running through my head in regards to Geo. I think I'm ready for a carefree summer or something.)

[(Anonymous)]

Sending a pen knife, some dental floss and a 5th of Whiskey your way STAT! (Oh, and some LEDERHOSEN!)

Take care, Cous. We'll run an EMF over that mysteriously destructive doorframe just to be sure. But the glasses could be cursed as well. Salt n Burn 'em just to be sure.

I'd give you a Dean!Owie story to go with the injury but I'm too busy whumping angels at the moment. If I can squeeze a drabble out later it's yours!

Get well soon!
ML/GG/LEDERHOSEN

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

It's a cut on the face, dude, not a bullet in the back. Ha!

No, I don't think it's the glasses. It was the killer truck I was trying to jump out of the way of. (I won't say it was a racist truck, because I'm really not sure.)

Oooohh!!!! Flashfic drabble? *greedy hands*

Also? Big pretzel!

[leelust.livejournal.com]

*ouch* Brow bone? There must be a lot of blood *hugs*

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It wasn't gushing but it didn't really stop bleeding until the end of the work day. And the welling has gone down some (on my eyelid, anyway), so I think I'll survive.

*hugs* Thanks. :-)

[crushinator67.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...a good story, eh? Okay, I think I've got it!

You're getting out of (or into) your car when suddenly, you hear a cry in the distance. When you look up, some thug is stealing a Girl Scout's cookies! Springing into action at the sight of such injustice, you sprint after the dastardly villain, who disappears around a corner. You skid to a stop at the mouth of the alley, warily checking your surrounding when BAM! the perp slams your head into a brick wall! Squinting through the blood dripping into your eyes, you send out a kick that dislocates his knee cap, sending him tumbling to the ground. You grab the cookies saying "Thanks-a-Lot" and return the bounty to the crying Girl Scout, who sniffs and says "A-are you okay?" to which you reply "You should see the other guy."

[feliciakw.livejournal.com]

But the important question is . . .

Do I get the extra (box of) cookie(s) for my troubles?

*files story away for future reference and lulz*

Thanks!