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[bluenazareth]

I remember feeling the pain even before it made contact with my head, as if my body had recognized it as an inevitability. For thirty minutes, I was drunk with agony.

Damn the bolts, it must happen! Tomorrow, I'm taking this god damn overhead cabinet out of my cubicle.

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[catpeeler]

Heh. Your Tale of Woe reminds me of an incident of my youth.

To give the short version, the ceiling-mounted kitchen cabinets that hung in my parents' house were placed in such a way that I managed to knock my head against the corner with a good deal of force when I was prompted to give chase by an impertinent younger sibling.

I remember impact, the ground rushing up at me, staggering to my feet, and then hearing "Holy shit!" as the blood began to flow.

The nice kicker for the story was having my father walk in on us just as my brother was about to take a picture for posterity (all thoughts of vengeance having fled in the face of the grim splendour of my head wound).

The butcher's bill? Eight stitches and a silver dollar-sized patch of shaved scalp on the top of my head.

*sigh*

Good times.

[spastichick]

Ya know I did almost exactly the same thing. Jumped up and hit my head on the corner of a kitchen cabniet. Only mine was just a little pin prick sized hole so no stitches, but I did manage to soak dang near the entire kitchen in blood. It looked like a scene out of a horror movie.

Being the tomboy I was the only thing I cared was that I had to wash my hair again... bummer...

[bluenazareth]

Haha, wow. That's incredible