My name is Stacey, and I am a klutz. Doorknobs, tables, and dog toys are dangerous for me. Actually, most ordinary objects are. I can injure myself in pretty much any situation. And I have.
Here’s my most recent injury (it happened yesterday):
I’m embarrassed to say that I don’t remember how I did it. I think I was doing something with the laundry. Whatever it was, it was something that would have been harmless to anyone else. When it happened, I thought to myself, “That shouldn’t have hurt.”
Fortunately, it’s just a sprain. Unfortunately, it’s the index finger on my right hand. (It’s taking a long time to type this.)
Last month, I broke my toe when it collided with our big, and very heavy coffee table. It’s still not completely healed.
It could have been worse. I tore the ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament) in my left knee about seven years ago, when I stepped sideways. Yes, really. I was on a plane headed to Florida, to spend a long weekend with my best friend. I still went. It’s ok if you laugh, my surgeon did too!
Tim is threatening to roll me up in bubble wrap to protect me from myself. I’m thinking it may not be such a bad idea. As long as it doesn’t cause me to have a heat stroke!