My left hand is a different color than my right hand. They were both the same shade until I ran into the door facing a couple of nights ago. You see, it was like this: I dozed off on the sofa, woke up and staggered back in the general direction of the bedroom. Aiming for the hall, my sleep-blurred gaze didn’t transmit the correct image to my brain and I missed the mark, colliding with solid wood. My hand, however, saved my head from said collision. Amazingly, a huge, purple welt popped up where none was before. By the next day, that ugly bruise had spread out and now the back of my whole hand is an interesting hue.
Turns out, the big toe on my left foot met with disaster too, which I didn’t notice until the next day. But now, I have matching hand and toe. How cool is that? 
This morning, with a cup of hot and bracing Folger’s coffee near-by, there’s no chance of going off half-cocked or navigating from one place to the other without my eyes being fully open. Rain is falling; a wet dove is calling from somewhere in the darkness, and I promise my eyes are open and my brain is functioning. It looks like the beginning of a good day.
I hope you’re not hurt badly, but I had a good laugh.
My hand hurt like fury for a few minutes and I watched in amazement as a large purple blotch rose up but it stopped hurting, spread out, and now all I have is a lovely hand to remember it. Yes, looking back, it was kind of funny.
Love the happy bear!
Thanks, Peg. He’s a “rejoice in the Lord” kind of bear.
Ouch! Bless you hand and your toe! I absolutely love this happy bear!
Thanks, Teresa. I’m glad you like him.
I’m a few days behind in my reading and i wondered what had happened to your hand when i saw you on Tuesday! Since I’ve seen for myself that you’re fine, I’ll just hope the interesting color goes away quickly!
Yes, that’s what happened. It looks much better today.
Ooooo, Blanche, I feel your pain. When we were staying with my brother in Wales, UK. I got up in the night and jammed my left big toe on an old Victorian flat iron used to keep the bedroom door open. Next stop was my daughters house, there I slammed my right toe on the leg of the bed. Returned to America with two very black big toes, plus interesting shades of green on the top of my foot. When slamming into an object at night, in a house where you are the guest, you have to muffle your screams of pain and rely on facial contortions.
Oh, my goodness! You really were probably limping. I’m very good at facial contortions when I run into immovable objects!