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( Jan. 25th, 2004 12:08 am)
Well, by one of the 2 doors to the medicine chest. We were getting ready for the shower. I moved the sliding medicine chest door, as far as I know the same way I always move it. The door fell on my head and shattered, into the sink and on the floor. Impressive and scary.

[livejournal.com profile] mnemex and I picked up some of the major pieces, then went out to put on shoes. Then, I noticed the back of one of my knuckles bleeding, not major, not hurting. mnemex sent me to the kitchen to wash it out. I did this, and he used some direct pressure, and then I used a bit of brown paper bag to help the clotting. He got gloves and did some cleaning, mopping, and sweeping. We decided to ditch the floor rug, not having a good way to tell if the glass was out of it.

We're now running the shower for a few minutes, thought we don't think anything got into the tub.

A bit of adrenaline here. Still getting the odd tingle / sharp quick pain that I think is my body testing to see that everything's in one piece. No scalp cut -- just the tiny finger, and mnemex, fortunately, is uninjured.

We are sure this isn't the 7 years thing. That mirror shattered itself on me -- I didn't break it.

Wow. Not something I'm eager to see happen again.
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( Jan. 25th, 2004 01:02 am)
Ah, at last. First, [livejournal.com profile] mnemex spotted glass in the tub, so we turned off the water, and he cleaned the tub. I carried in gloves and shoes to him, and made him put them on while doing this.

Then, a nice shower. Afterwards, mnemex looked at the soap dish, which he described as scary. We ditched the soap, and he cleaned out the dish, also with gloves.

Y'know, glass is pretty scary.

Of course, so is realizing, as one is attending to broken glass and a bit of blood, that one's first non-oh-shit/task oriented thought -- and one's partner's first such thought -- is to go on lj and post about what just happened.
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