A Black Eye

Sometimes the truth is actually the best policy but it never sounds as entertaining as a well thought out story.

I like working with wood and doing home repairs. It makes me feel like I am making a positive contribution around the house and I save on labor costs since my time is practically free - so begins the story. I was working in the garage and hanging a new steel door on the side of the garage and there were alot of modifications that I had to do to get a standard door to fit in a non-standard hole in the wall. The old door had been badly damaged during the Witch Creek Fire when the firement who saved our house kicked it in. Because it was severely damaged, and I didn't want to pay a handyman to do something that I could mess up just as easily, I hung the new door. After I got the frame modified and cut to the right size, the door easily went into place. I secured it and decided to shut it and see how well it sealed. The only problem was that I had left an extension cord in the doorway. I gave it a yank but it was attached to a table saw. I gave it anoher yank with a flick too and it came loose very easily. In fact, too easily, it flew at my face and smacked me in my safety goggles (good thing I was wearing some). It still hurt like crazy but I didn't put any eyes out. During the course of the next couple of days a nice purple color developed and it looked like I had gotten my eye dotted.

The black eye was no big deal and Krista thought it great fun to tell her friends that I had gotten a little mouthy and so she clocked me in the eye. It's all fun and games until you go to a health care professional... The Dentist saw it and commented that it looked like Krista was definitely coming out ahead (she had seen Krista the previous week). She laughed and decided to refer me to the oral surgeon to take care of a pair of pesky wisdom teeth that were pushing the other teeth around in my mouth.

I went to the oral surgeon and in the first interview he asked me abut the adema under my left eye. I told him what Krista liked to say and he asked me politely but firmly how it really happened. I told him the straight story but he looked a little concerned. I think he probably has to report domestic violence and was trying to make up his mind whether it fit the bill or not. I could just imagine the police coming and arresting Krista for domestic violence - not a good thing. Apparently, I was convincing enough because he finished up the interview and scheduled an appointlent to extract my wisdom teeth. After the appointment was scheduled, he gave me a fairly long list of do-s and don'ts. As I was walking out of his office he also threw in the comment, "looks like she does have a good right hook". I guess he finally decided to play along but I was sweating it for a minute or two, earlier.