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Okay, This Is Just Absurd
Dec. 18th, 2010 11:35 amAll right. I know I can be kind of a klutz sometimes. If anything, I tend to be pretty darn amused by my simultaneous tendencies towards extreme agility and clumsiness - I can balance on one foot for half an hour while catching beach balls thrown at me from four different angles, and then trip over my own socks while I'm still wearing them. But this has reached a point beyond ridiculous.
Earlier this week I whacked my knee - the one that had surgery a few years ago - on the corner of the coffee table. Two days ago, I whacked the same knee on the same exact corner. By the time I got home from my walk yesterday it was bruised purple, swollen, and squashy as an overripe cantaloupe.
But I didn't let it deter me from getting my holiday prep done. I managed to lug a few boxes up from the basement, and set them in the dining room while I started arranging lights in the windows and centerpieces on the side tables. And in the process, I managed to ram my foot into a milk crate full of ornaments, jamming three toes and ripping one toenail off.
At that point, I called it a night.
I woke up this morning with my knee still smushy and bruised and my toes still tender, and informed my husband that I'd be taking it easy. I have a little more baking to do, but he's going to be running most of the errands while I stay off my feet and try to let my knee and my foot heal. He was a strong supporter of this idea, which survived until I decided that it wouldn't be too dangerous to just do a little more holiday prep.
I just dropped the large, heavy, metal stocking-hanger on my good foot. Pointy-bit down. There is now a large bloody divot missing from the top of my ankle, and it's bruising spectacularly in spite of the ice pack.
This goes beyond clumsy, into 'Who did I piss off and how do I lift this curse?' I'm almost afraid to go take a shower, or pick up our Christmas tree. I can just see myself tripping over a branch, falling headfirst through a row of wreaths, and landing face-down in the gravel, garroted by a string of lights.
Anybody have any good anti-jinx charms?
Earlier this week I whacked my knee - the one that had surgery a few years ago - on the corner of the coffee table. Two days ago, I whacked the same knee on the same exact corner. By the time I got home from my walk yesterday it was bruised purple, swollen, and squashy as an overripe cantaloupe.
But I didn't let it deter me from getting my holiday prep done. I managed to lug a few boxes up from the basement, and set them in the dining room while I started arranging lights in the windows and centerpieces on the side tables. And in the process, I managed to ram my foot into a milk crate full of ornaments, jamming three toes and ripping one toenail off.
At that point, I called it a night.
I woke up this morning with my knee still smushy and bruised and my toes still tender, and informed my husband that I'd be taking it easy. I have a little more baking to do, but he's going to be running most of the errands while I stay off my feet and try to let my knee and my foot heal. He was a strong supporter of this idea, which survived until I decided that it wouldn't be too dangerous to just do a little more holiday prep.
I just dropped the large, heavy, metal stocking-hanger on my good foot. Pointy-bit down. There is now a large bloody divot missing from the top of my ankle, and it's bruising spectacularly in spite of the ice pack.
This goes beyond clumsy, into 'Who did I piss off and how do I lift this curse?' I'm almost afraid to go take a shower, or pick up our Christmas tree. I can just see myself tripping over a branch, falling headfirst through a row of wreaths, and landing face-down in the gravel, garroted by a string of lights.
Anybody have any good anti-jinx charms?
