hahaha. A fight with a softball, that is. I don't even know what exactly happened, but one minute, I was readying to catch an approaching ball, glove extended, blinking away the sand that the wind kept carrying into my direction....the next minute, I heard a loud THWACK!, felt a sharp pain to my head, and collapsed dramatically on first base. (The collapsing part was the drama queen in me...I don't think the blow really knocked me over or anything. Well, either that, or it was the lazy bum in me that would rather recline than stand up.)
All I can say is, thank God. He truly protected me and my eyesight. The ball hit me right in the eyebrow, narrowly missing my eye. In fact, I knew right away that my vision wasn't impaired and, though I had a bump on my face the size of a golf ball, I kept trying to crack jokes so everyone would know I was okay and not really badly hurt (to my chagrin, no one laughed...)
Thank God for Mr. A., who came rushing to my aid and remained ever so calm throughout it all. Thank God for Agey, who drove me around to get ice and to M.Esther's house to get checked out. Thank God for M. Esther, who reminded me that it was a miracle that my eye was protected through it all.
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It's interesting, having a black eye. One part of me hates it - hates the look strangers give me (a pitying glance) and the look they subsequently give my husband (automatically suspecting domestic abuse). Another part of me finds it almost fascinating, especially since I've never had one before. Trying to remain joyful and thankful, in all circumstances.
I was, admittedly, a bit nervous to come to school today. Mostly because I wasn't sure how the kids would handle it...and also, how the adults would handle it. It went well, though. Yesterday I had bought some disposable eye patches, in case my eye was too ugly of a sight for anyone to bear. However, I promptly nixed the idea after realizing that they made me look like I didn't have an eye at all, which was even scarier than my purple bruising.
I was planning on either wearing my black sunglasses all day or not wearing anything on my face at all (though my friends tried to convince me to wear matching purple eyeshadow on my good eye...) but when I arrived at school, I found a pair of silly sunglasses I had bought a couple years ago, for my students to wear while reading their stories to the class. Perfecto. For the rest of the day, I only got compliments on my shades, and not a single weird stare for wearing sunglasses indoors. :D
It's a good thing I'm a first grade teacher. I don't know how I'd be able to explain away this look if I had any other job...
