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A Fight

 


I had a fight with a chair the other day. It was a little brown kindergarten chair with metal legs, and a solid, probably metal seat. The chair was positioned right behind the chair where I sat writing. My brothers were interested in the research I was doing for my article, and they had pulled up chairs to watch, placing them right behind mine.

A long while later, they were gone, and I got up to put something in the mailbox. I walked straight into the jaws of the chair. With three kicks the chair had completed its conquest, and I let out a loud, “ow.” Usually that is enough to move on from a bang on a chair, but it just didn’t stop hurting.

I took a minute before going out to the mailbox, then I moved on. Each time I took a step, I felt my leg, and it really hurt. Later, I showed my sister, and she gasped and handed me an ice pack, along with my snack I was making myself. She said the bump warranted her reaction. I put the fabric of my skirt between my skin and the ice pack, and held it on for a while. It felt like it was getting cold, but I just shifted the ice. It felt good on the bruise.

After a while, I removed the ice pack only to see that I had frozen a portion of my skin white. Hmm… That is not very good. I rubbed it to warm it up. When I thought it was warmed up, I went to take my shower. Now my leg had two problems. I had an idea to put coconut oil on the damaged skin, and while I was at it, I put some ginger essential oil on the bruise. It actually helped. I did it the second night, and then left it to heal on its own.

Two weeks later, my leg is still a little sore. The bruise was purple, blue, and yellow, and sometimes it still hurts if I step too hard. The first kick of the chair apparently was the worst, because the smallest bruise already went away. I don’t advise fighting with chairs, especially small metal ones, because they will win.

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