Monday, July 20, 2009

Fourth of July - food, family, fireworks..facial lacerations

Ok...so probably not everyone had exactly the same experience with this year's Independence Day celebration. And that's alright - because we don't want too many people realizing that they actually have decent healthcare and that you can go in, get fixed up, and get on your way in under a day, right? I mean, that would put a dent in this whole express lane to a one-payer system, right?

So..the story. We were doing a little homerun derby at some baseball fields and my husband was hitting (would you expect anything less?) and I was in the outfield doing my thing - which consisted mainly of looking good with the leather glove and heckling. The baseballs were flying pretty fast, mostly because my father-in-law and husband respectively don't like to be outhit by each other and the wooden bat and sunny day made for good baseball karma. Then of course, there was a ball that came my way, or really as I remember it, locked onto my face like a heat-seaking missile in a James Bond movie. I remember the ball coming towards me -- and then the nice green grass, while I watched some of my DNA blanket the field. My sunglasses were shattered and I had a nice gash right at the bridge of my nose where the frame had cut my face.

This picture is quite frightening - I'm not sure why I thought smiling would make me look any less disturbing, because quite honestly I think I made it worse but...


Four stitches later, and a fractured nose later, I was feeling alright- I had a good story and I felt like the universe had finally equalized my previous few weeks of baseball and softball activity without an injury. I mean, there are no free lunches, right? But of couse, the swelling made my cheeks reach astronomical-chipmunk proportions.




And of course, it wasn't till a few days later that I started to look like a domestic violence victim and started to worry that going out in public standing next to my husband and insisting that I got hit by a baseball didn't look good. And that's what my eyes looked like WITH makeup, mind you.


Stitchtes are out now, and the matching racoon eyes are gone and hopefully, I can avoid the akward hey-I-know-you-are-staring-at-my-forehead because you notice something happened but then are too scared to ask because I have a large menacing man leering over us. Moral of the story - stand back farther in the field and learn to get the he** out of the way when a six and a half foot man starts hitting homeruns.


We had a great week -- short, but sweet and here are a few highlights:

Mike wake-surfing



Me and baby Mylee at Tubb's Hill

Michael and Suzie at Tubbs

My Mom with baby Ryder at the parade

Me and Madison --or should I say the reigning Junior Miss - at the parade

Michael and I at the parade - in red, white and blue (even the bruises -- now thats patriotism my friends...)

Mike and I out on the boat

Leonards and us celebrating our second anniversary at Ciao Mambo's!

8 comments:

Cari said...

I know this might sound bad, but it makes me happy to know I'm not the only one accident prone on the 4th of July. My cousin shot me in the face with some kind of firework that he threw in a fire a couple years ago. I think my scar is mostly gone now. I'm glad you're healing all right though and no permanent damage. :)

Kelsee said...

Ok, Britt. I am still giggling at this post! Lol You make me laugh so hard, not that I am laughing at the fact that you got hurt, but how you described it. Too funny! And why the heck didn't you tell me you were going to be in town?! I would have stopped by to say hi. And also, I screamed and yelled when I saw Maddison on the car, but I don't think she knew who I was. Lol Oh well. -Kelsee

Sara said...

What a friggin champ you are. And just so you know, I am not one bit fooled by your prose about getting hit by a "baseball." I work at the center for women and children and crisis, so I am trained to recognize the signs. Just to let you know- I'm here for you whenever you decide to face the truth.

Lindsay Anne said...

Britt, the bruises were mighty impressive, but I'm glad to hear the rest of the trip was fun. Oh, and thanks for coming back so you could have fun with me (I know that was the real reason you headed back down to P-town).

Maggie said...

Brittany, Jon and I were both commenting on the fact that you had such a great sense of humor about the whole baseball incident. Hope you two are doing well!

julianne rose said...

ha!! you can't even tell now b :) you look great. oh man. so funny.

noelle regina said...

omg.
you still look great.
i think maybe it adds character?

mratelle said...

2 things:

1) My steak should never! be well done

2) i was stung by a bee... that is why i look so puffy in those pictures... Dr. says the swelling will come down with time and exercise... and no Jdawgs... they react to the venom