Someday When I Grow Up....

I joke that my middle name should be Grace. The very irony if it was would be absolutely hilarious. You see, I am so very klutzy, especially when it comes to accidentally inflicting bodily harm to myself. I have learned to keep a supply of medical tape, band-aids, Alieve, and Antibiotic ointment with me particularly when I travel.
Don't believe I could be that klutzy? I give you the example of just this week:

For starters I decided to play ultimate frisbee with some friends on Sunday. Knowing me I should have known this was a bad idea. I successfully stopped a frisbee with my wrist which resulted in a glorious 2.5" oval, brown and purple, bruise so ugly it causes people to gasp in horror and exclaim, "Oh my gosh! What happened to your wrist!!" I decided a light jacket or long sleeves were a good choice to wear this week!

The next day, I managed to royally burn my hand on my curling iron which resulted in a penny sized bright red swollen blister that hurts like heck. It hurts because I manage to smash or scrap it at least half a dozen times a day.

Wednesday I smashed the joint on my right hand index finger while I was cleaning my house. Yes only me. Since I am right handed this has made my week interesting since I can't bend that finger very well. It really makes clicking my computer mouse and camera shutter button an adventure.

Earlier today, I stopped off at the post office to grab the mail. I was flipping through the usual assortment of bills and bank statements as I was walking towards the main door and that's when it happened. I had a total brain lapse and ran smack into the door. At this point I had to laugh at myself. I mean, geez, I ran into the front post office door in front of God and everyone!

And finally tonight, without thinking, I rubbed lotion into my blister that is now raw and open.

Someday when I grow up I hope not to be such a klutz....hahaha...until then I will keep a healthy supply of bandages and pain killers around and hope that someday my future children do not inherit my klutzy genes. And that they survive my klutziness for that matter!

I'm sincerely hoping the blowing party tomorrow with my cousin leaves me unscathed! Last time I went bowling I ripped a finger nail clean off. Don't ask me how that happened.



To all the klutzy people of the world, I salute you and I can say that literally I feel your pain.....at least I hope I'm not the only one!