What happened to my eye?

I had a little accident last night.

I wasn’t doing anything dangerous, I promise! I was playing ring-around-the-rosy with the twins. Can’t get more innocuous than that, can it?

They really love ring-around-the-rosy. They play it with their sisters and other kids in the neighborhood.

It’s cute how excited they are about a game that’s essentially just going around in a circle and then sitting on the floor.

But anyways, I was playing with the twins last night and when we got to the “all fall down” part something happened. I leaned forward too much or something, and cracked my face on the top of Baby Girl’s head.

The good news is, I’m pretty sure her soft spot is all closed up.

The bad news is, my right eye immediately started reddening and swelling up.

Fortunately, my husband is a doctor. I showed him my eye, and he said, “Go put some ice on that. STAT!”

I’m totally serious. He actually said “stat!”

I felt like I was on the set of ER or something.

Fortunately, a trip to the real ER was not required, as the ice and some Motrin worked to control the swelling.

Oh, and some panicked prayers I said when my husband calmly explained that the rapidity of the swelling could indicate that the interior of my eye socket was filling with blood. Ewwww! Sometimes that inside medical knowledge is just TMI!

But thank God my vision is okay, and all I’ve got is a black eye.

Oddly enough, I actually injured this same eye in October five years ago. I sliced my eyelid open on a towel bar in the bathroom.

Here's a picture from Halloween of that year.

All right, I'll admit some make-up enhancements were added. But don't I look scary?

I survived the Attack of the Towel Bar!

I know, I seem to be the queen of ridiculous injuries. It’s embarrassing.

That one required stitches, so this time I’m glad no major medical intervention was required.

Beyond a certain doctor yelling, “STAT!”

Which was certainly fun.