I am a walking disaster.
Last month, I injured my knee when I fell while leaving work. Once the infection cleared and the knee started to heal, I decided it was time to try to break my little toe. I didn’t actually fracture it when I caught it on my son’s bed frame (insert loud expletive here), but, even after the swelling and bruising diminished, it hurt when I tried to cram my foot into a regular shoe. Thank goodness the temperatures rose enough that I could get away with wearing sandals.
Said sandals were my downfall, literally, as I took a walk on my lunch break yesterday. I was trying to look at the call history on my phone when I caught my foot in an uneven patch of black top and stumbled. I wisely let go of the phone so I could catch myself on both palms and knees.
“Are you okay?” asked the groundsman who witnessed my gracelessness.
“Yes, thanks for asking,” I answered with all the dignity I could muster.
I turned away determined to walk back to my office without shedding a tear. Or falling again. Glancing at the flakes of asphalt, the flap of skin, and trickle of blood escaping from a small cut on my right palm, I stopped.
“Actually, do you have somewhere I could wash my hand?” I asked.
He nodded and pointed to a door labeled “Party Central.”
Whatever it takes to get through the day, I mused.
“It’s those flip-flops,” he pronounced as I got closer.
“No,” I admitted, “I wasn’t paying attention. But, now that you mention it, I’m wearing these sandals because I hurt my toe.”
He ignored my over-sharing and directed me to the bathroom where I washed away as much dirt as I could. I noticed dust on my pants. Afraid to look but knowing I had to, I hiked up one pant leg at a time to reveal the extent of my injuries. Thankful that I hadn’t worn a skirt or dress, I noted that my dappled left knee bore only indentations from the gravel while my right knee was skinned but not scraped.
I’ve been annoyed with myself that I’ve carried around a box of extra-large bandages in my work bag since my last tumble.
Why don’t you take this out and put in the medicine cabinet where it belongs instead of hauling it back and forth to work for a month? I asked myself.
Not wanting to admit that I’m lazy, I ignored myself. But as I limped into my office to retrieve the box, I finally responded:
Because I am a walking disaster, so it is assumed I will eventually need a band-aid.
So there.
I know I’ve been looking to my archives for inspiration as I look forward to my blog’s fourth birthday, but the post about injuring my knee is one that I would have rather forgotten. At least until next year.
It’s never a disaster over at the Moonshine Grid.
Some days just are like that. You aren’t alone.
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I appreciate that.
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Party Central? What? I can relate too. I think I should do one thing at a time, but who can do that?
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Yup-that was a detail that I just couldn’t make up or leave out.
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We must be related… I have always been a walking disaster. Boy do I have stories! Sorry you got hurt.
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The good news is that I walked across campus and back this morning without falling down!
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That was me last year! Broke my toe, then pulled a rib out of place – injuries come in groups, don’t they? Heal quickly!
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Ouch and ouch.
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I think we talked about how I broke my toe in July. It’s still not healed. Why? Because I keep slamming it into things and re-injuring it. I fall down all the time too. It’s not fun. Hope you’re all better soon!
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I thought about you when I was writing this because I knew you actually broke your toe. I’m feeling like that I didn’t.
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Poor you : ( The flakes of asphalt/flap of skin on the palm is the worst. I could feel it when I read your description. I still have a scar on my arm from a similar fall several months ago. Mine actually was caused by the flip flops.
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I don’t know why, but I was miffed that he blamed my flip-flops. I felt like saying, “Are you kidding? I can’t wear flip-flops. I’d never be upright.”
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Oh my gosh Cynk, you sound like me. I fell down the steps here at home, down the stairs at Port Authority, fell off a ladder and slid onto my butt on the front porch. I’ve got three scars on my knees. I look like a little kid with all my cuts and bruises. I think you and I should start a support group for walking disasters! 😉 Hope you heal up fast and don’t forget the Mederma! haha
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I definitely think my knees look worse now as an adult than they ever did as a kid.
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GAD. I broke my foot in March 2011. It started my blogging career though, which is obviously stellar (not).
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*Knocks on wood* I’m glad that I’ve never broken any bones. I was worried about the toe, but it recovered too quickly to be a fracture. Yay
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Oh I can up you one. How about running into a piece of stationary equipment in the gym? Yeah, that one lead to knee surgery. Seriously, hope you’re feeling better and find some comfort in knowing you’re not the clumiest one out here.
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Sorry about your bad luck lately. Hope you heal quickly.
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Ouch! Skinned hands and knees really do hurt! It’s so annoying to be injury-prone, isn’t it?
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You need to get yourself a bubble suit. Think of all the fun you could have rolling around instead of falling!
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