Klutzy!

[wispfox]

Why, yes, I _am_ a klutz! May have something to do with not having the world's best attachment to my physical self. Being tired makes it worse, too.

I regularly walk into things, knock things over (although I often catch them), elbow people, and forget how to move to have specific things (like standing up, or getting out of bed - I have to wake up enough to not cause major damage if I'm sharing a bed and _not_ on the outside edge) happen.

Sharing a small space with me is dangerous, especially when I'm tired, because you might get elbowed, kicked, kneed, or bonked in the head with my head. Some of this, I even do while I'm sleeping (I'm actually impressed my cat _ever_ sleeps with me, and that I've ever been able to sleep with people every night - although regularly sleeping with someone does make it much easier for me to sleep, and therefore reduces my danger level).

Seriously. I'm a huge klutz; I just have enough awareness of it that most of the time it's not immediately obvious. But it does mean that, for example, I bonk my head on things _often_ - and while everyone nearby winces, I may not even notice. I find random unexpected bruises (mostly on my legs) all the time, from walking into things.

*shakes head*

This post brought to you by flying water bottles, sent flying off my desk by my elbow.

Comments

[melanie.livejournal.com]

i'm a terrible klutz, and my poor daughter has inherited it. the other day she hurt herself with a wet towel. i've injured myself with a carrot before. *sigh*

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

Hey, wet towels can hurt! That's not so strange...

The carrot, however, I'm kinda curious about the story behind. ;)

[melanie.livejournal.com]

well, there were these carrots in a bag, you see. you know how people just poke their fingers through the plastic so that they can extract a few carrots? well, i was apparently a little overzealous with my poking, and i jammed a huge, jagged shard of carrot *way* up under my fingernail. it was in there so deep, i couldn't even pull it out by hand. and i couldn't pull it out with tweezers, either. i had to get pliers. blood gushed everywhere as soon as i pulled it out. if i hadn't known better, i might have thought i'd hit an artery. there was horrible bruising later.

i feel like i should get some sort of award for that.

[wispfox.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

You know, this might be why I use my teeth to open plastic bags, now that I think about it!

Also - _OW_! Your poor finger...