So I learned a valuable lesson the other day. What you are in a room with low ceilings, and a running ceiling fan, don’t reach up. Yes, I know that should have been a given, but when you wake up all groggy, and in the dark, it’s not the first thing on your mind. At this point though, it’s most certainly something I will think about.
It happened late Monday night or early Tuesday morning. I’m not really sure which since my clock’s wrong. I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. On my way there, I was walking through my dark room and stretched my arms up in the air to stretch. Instead of cracking a few joints and stretching out my arms though, my left-hand pinky was hit with the blade of a ceiling fan. At first it wasn’t really all that bad. It was dark and I was tired so I didn’t really think much of it. After I got to the bathroom though and turned on the light, it was a bit worse. I got cut in three places.
So that’s my story. Don’t fight the ceiling fan, you won’t win, especially when it’s on high speed.