Battle Scars
I forgot about the one other interesting tidbit of the weekend. Saturday night, after I headed to campus from work, I got to vtkatt's room. While lying, watching TV, we got into a push-each-other-off-the-bed match. I was on the outside and therefore was at the disadvantage, but I did have a sturdy hold of her legs to ensure that if I went over, she would go over, too. This proved to be my downfall (pun intended), however, as when I did go over, my bulldog mentality insisted that I not let go of her. Thus, the middle of my forehead was the landing point for the combined weight of the two of us hitting the floor. (insert sound of a melon beig thumped here)
Thankfully, my head is still apparently the hardest part of my body (ask me about being slammed into concrete headfirst as a child sometime), so I have no lump for my troubles. Unfortunuately, my skin is still delicate enough that I couldn't avoid rugburn as part of the fall-down process. So, there's a 1-inch square patch of semi-scab in the middle of my forehead now, and if you see it, you now know why it's there.
As a side note: it's annoying to wrestle someone with poor pain sensors, because it means that they won't register something as painful until after it's already bad enough to leave a bruise. (grumble, grumble)
Thankfully, my head is still apparently the hardest part of my body (ask me about being slammed into concrete headfirst as a child sometime), so I have no lump for my troubles. Unfortunuately, my skin is still delicate enough that I couldn't avoid rugburn as part of the fall-down process. So, there's a 1-inch square patch of semi-scab in the middle of my forehead now, and if you see it, you now know why it's there.
As a side note: it's annoying to wrestle someone with poor pain sensors, because it means that they won't register something as painful until after it's already bad enough to leave a bruise. (grumble, grumble)