She walked out of the two glass doors that were closing.
The one on the left hit her left hipbone, hard. She must have reacted pretty violently because the security guard inside winced in empathy and the woman outside on the sidewalk stopped and asked: "I saw that, are you ok?"
She smiled while breathing and holding her hip bone. She explained to the passing stranger: "It wouldn't be a big deal, it's just that I hit this hip at least once a week because I am on medicine that affects my perception." It stopped hurting after a few blocks, but she had flashbacks to 6th grade when those hip bones first blossomed. She had bruises on each one for about a year.
Last week she had her worst run-in with the doorframe of her bedroom. She was just walking quickly into her room and ended up writhing in pain on the floor because of the impact of doorframe to left hipbone. OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
She also has a terror moment every once in a while when she thinks her child is going to hit their head or fall backwards or experience some other sort of danger, when in reality it's just her mind putting the space between them and the danger object much closer than they really are. She tries to remember her struggles with this while she is using knives and burners, and hopefully she can add, walking through doors to her list, to avoid further pain, anguish and unnecessary bruising.