Two days ago, I would have titled this post “Summer has Officially Arrived in the North!”
However, the last two days have been cold and windy, so that excitedness is out the window.
Instead, let’s just keep calling it spring, even though it’s June, and even though it’s usually 20º warmer by now. The days are definitely getting longer and longer though, which never gets old. I took this picture about a week ago at work on a nightshift at 4am.
Now it looks like this at 3am!
Softball has started up again, and the league had it’s clean-up day a few weeks ago. This basically involves a few members from each team coming to the fields to help pick up garbage, paint bleachers, rake leaves, etc etc, whatever needs to be done. This past weekend was the first softball tournament, the Interprovincal tourney. I wasn’t able to sign up to play because I was working all weekend, but then it ended up that I didn’t even work because I got gastro. (The. Worst.)
I played my first game with my team just last night, and we were having a really fun game until… wait for it…. I was hit in the eye by a softball.
I was up to bat and I hit the ball toward second base. So off I ran, toward first with all my heart, when the second baseman scooped the ball up and tried to throw me out at first.
And succeeded, a little more literally than I think she hoped.
I went down into the dirt, clutching my face in my batting gloves. Someone handed me an ice pack which I held against my eye as I staggered, supported, off the field. I was still laughing and joking with the team, but we were all worried. I got really scared when one of the guys very calmly said “someone needs to take her to the hospital”.
So we drove through all the red lights and got to the hospital, where I was greeted by my coworkers’ shocked faces and honest assessments of the damage (“I’d give it a 7 out of 10, it’s pretty bad!”). My left eye was already swelling shut and bruising more by the minute. The ER doctor assessed me, I had a CT scan done, and was cleared to go.
I should mention how great the timing was for this to happen, because as I write this post, I’m sitting in the Calgary airport on my way home for 12 days with a MASSIVE black eye. Sunglasses: ON. All the time.
I’m gonna post a gory picture. Ready? It’s a lot worse than you’re imagining.
That was just this morning.
Wanna see the difference 8 hours makes? I took this next one to show how well my sunglasses were hiding my big ol’ shiner while in the airport.
Pretty hot, right?!
That was 4 hours ago. Believe it or not, it’s still worse now. Sorry, no picture. I got tired of looking at my sorry self in the mirror.
Believe it or not, my black eye ties in with my complaints about the weather immaculately. See, it was only about 10º and windy last night at my game. One of the guys came wearing a fuzzy winter hat with ear flaps, and when I told him how jealous I was of his hat (my ears were freezing!), he said he also had a toque and offered it to me. It was a big puffy thing, folded up in a cuff at the bottom, and that’s right where the softball hit me. Square on the left eyebrow, padded by a toque.
In retrospect, had it been warm out and had I not worn a hat, my face would definitely have been split open. I’d probably need stitches, and I might even have a fracture.
So, I guess I owe the cold weather a thank you.