I love the part where Louisa Musgrove falls off the Cobb in Persuasion, but I must admit that I’ve had my doubts about it. I mean, how does a girl hit her head hard enough to go into a coma when she’s jumping down five or six steps? Wasn’t Captain Wentworth coordinated enough to keep her upright? Also, did Jane Austen consult a doctor before she wrote this part?
The funny thing is, though, that I have a crazy injury story like Louisa’s.
My crazy injury story took place three weeks before my wedding. Eric, who’s now my husband, took me up to a friend’s wedding reception, which was about an hour away from where we lived. After the reception, Eric was so excited to show me “this great rope swing” he’d played on with his friends.
The rope was attached to a tall tree on the edge of a steep hill. Eric and I took turns holding onto the rope and letting it swing us over the wide expanse. It was dark, so I couldn’t tell what exactly we were swinging over, but I could tell it was quite a drop to the ground– ten feet or so.
The rope was up so high that I couldn’t grip it with my legs, only my arms. After I’d taken a couple of turns, my arms were starting to feel it. “I don’t think I’d better swing again,” I said. “My arms are tired.”
My future husband, who perhaps had listened to one too many motivational speakers, replied, “Come on. You can do it one more time.”
Well, I did it one more time, and my arms must have given out.
The next thing I knew, I was lying in the midst of a pile of junk, and Eric was leaning over me, asking me if I was okay.
Once he got me back up to the car, he discovered I had a big gash in my chin. I had to get stitches, which made for an interesting look on my wedding day three weeks later. You can see the scar a little in the picture I’ve included.
But what makes for the best story was that I couldn’t remember why we were there or what we’d done that day. I did, however, remember that there was really bad music at the wedding reception we’d just attended.
“Are we getting married?” I asked. I had a vague recollection of something like that.
“Yes,” Eric answered. He says he would have said yes even if he hadn’t proposed yet.
“I’m glad,” I said.
It sounds unlikely, doesn’t it? But it really happened. Just like it really happened to Louisa. Oh wait! That was fiction . . . I think.
Do you have any crazy injury stories that are stranger than what you could find in a book? Please let us know about them in the comments.