Oct 26 2008
Slowly I turned….
…into a wall.
It happened this evening when I woke up from the fourth or fifth of my long naps throughout the day. I’ve been ill, probably food poisoning, and I’m not quite myself yet.
I decided to lie down in the guestroom because it was a little cooler there. So when I awoke, I was discombobulated. I turned the wrong way and smacked my little toe – my little broken toe – against a wall.
I didn’t exactly wake up even at that point. It was like an out-of-body experience but the only “light” was a fire in my foot. And I definitely didn’t want to be anywhere near it, let alone “go into” it. And there seemed to be words spontaneously coming from my mouth, but it definitely wasn’t a charismatic event.
So now I’m awake and repenting of whatever I said when I hurt myself. I remember quite distinctly when Father Castenier, the priest of my childhood, told all us children that we must make a good Examination of Conscience but also that absolution would include any sins we might have forgotten. This is definitely one of those situations.
Postscript to my fellow Abbott and Costello fans: Niagara Falls!
Ooh. Yuck on so many levels. I hope the food poisoning works its way out soon.
…but if it’s not too unkind, I’m still chortling about the “definitely wasn’t a charismatic event” line…you have quite a gift for turning a phrase!
I did a very similar thing once…but with my nose.
Fell asleep with the light on, woke up, knocked over the lamp and broke the bulb trying to shut it off, got up, yes, all discombobulated (love that word..) to get something to clean up the broken bulb, and in the now very dark room, walked right into the door frame and broke my nose.
I actually saw stars….
and I may have said a bad word or two also.
Ow! You definitely win the gold in Discombobulation Incapacitation. I might get the bronze.