Last night I was scrubbing potatoes getting ready to bake them and sarge was banging around the kitchen looking for the tea pitcher. He peeked into the cabinet above the stove and when the pitcher wasn't there he slammed the door in frustration. I was overcome with pain as something ( i thought for a split second that the ceiling fell in and it was a cabinet) crashed onto my head/ bent over neck and fell to the floor.
Our pretty clock that someone gave us for a wedding gift had fallen about 4 feet and broken in bits.
I was doing my best not to cry because i didn't want Belle to freak out. I was shaking really bad, and Sarge thought I had a concussion or something because he went into CLS (combat lifesaver, the army's version of a paramedic ) and was all checking my eyes and stuff. Then I explained through gasps of pain that I wasn't going to DIE, I was shaking because I though a cabinet fell on me. Sarge felt like a big heel because his little door slamming tantrum caused me great pain, and i got a nice neck massage out of it :)
It was hard to get comfortable last night, and my neck is still sore, although I am reasonably sure it didn't cause any permanent damage.
By the way, that tea pitcher he was looking for? It was in the fridge.
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