Black Eye Please

I managed to walk into the closed sliding glass door the other evening. I was looking through the glass at my kitchen floor as I came in from the backyard & obviously thought the door was open. Walking at a pretty good speed, my left eyebrow made contact first & then the full length of my nose, before my head bounced backwards, counteracting my body's forward momentum. My husband was right behind me & actually said "what are you doing?" I turned to inquire about his question, but could tell something was going on with my face, by the look on his face & in a matter of 15 seconds a golf ball sized lump was on my eyebrow. Iced until frostbitten, it finally decreased to Neanderthalish proportions, but I have a black eye & it's growing daily! Bruises take forever to go away & I have a feeling I'll be sporting this one for awhile & my dog has gas.