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Alarm Clocks and Small Flashlights

Somewhere around 4:00-4:30 yesterday morning, I woke up. I keep a small flashlight by my bed, so I can check the time and know how much longer I have before the alarm goes off. So naturally I found the flashlight to check the time. I felt pretty groggy, and fell back asleep, not even paying attention to the flashlight still in my hand.

The alarm went off at 5:30. I was startled awake (which is the point of an alarm clock), and went to reach for the clock to shut off the alarm (keep in my mind that I still had the flashlight in my hand when I went to do this). Said flashlight fell out of my hand, hitting me in the eye. I suddenly went from a feeling of "Oh man, is it time already?" to a feeling of "Holy Sh_t, that hurt!". I also had a sinking feeling of "That's gonna leave a mark...".

I lay there incoherent and in pain for a few more minutes. By the time I did get out of bed, and went to check things in the bathroom mirror, the above sinking feeling had in fact come to pass. There was in fact, a nice red mark right under my eye. It's not real obvious (yet), but it's slowly progressing to a lovely blue-gray yellow. I think I'm probably the only person who has ever given themself a black eye while trying to turn off the alarm clock with a flashlight.

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Doney Days said…
Haha! I'm sorry Tracie, but it makes a great story! :)
In the words of Peggy...."What's wrong with his eye?" Who knew that her little statement umpteen years ago would finally apply to something....

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