Me. That’s who.
Running cross court to return a ball with my back hand, I slipped on some pine needles, and landed face first. No, I didn’t put my hands out to break the fall (I was apparently still holding on to that damn racket, hoping to get that damn ball!) and took 100% of the impact on my nose and forehead. Blood everywhere, excruciating pain, nausea.
My tennis partners were really good in a crisis. I quickly had cold water and paper towels, and decided not to call 911, but be driven home instead. Thank you, Lois Alter Mark! You know your tennis partner is a blogger, when she’s racking her brain to come up with the good news part of the situation, and says “At least there’s a blog post in this!”
Within a few days, I had two black eyes that covered most of my face, and a goose-egg bump in my forehead. And then I saw this mirror compact on my desk.