Ok, it must be this time of year or something... you know, dry air = dry skin = slippery feet. About once every three years or so I must turn my stairs into a rough approximation of a painful thrill ride.
This time I was rushing downstairs to the basement to get a phone. Snow in shoes. Bad move ensued. Again, a righteously huge contusion on hip and ankle, but unlike in 2007 it is on my left side. It might be hard to imagine how this could be better than the last time, but because I am more of a right side sleeper than a left it caused less sleep disruption.
Just before bed, I decided to go downstairs to grab the book I was reading. Nothing absurd about that. However, losing one's footing at the top and sliding down about 12 stairs on one's right hip is rather absurd. kathunk-kathunk-kathunk... etc. The pain took my breath away.
The result: a thigh contusion of 6x4 glorious inches in deep purple, with matching 3x4 inch nit quite so glorious bruise just above the ankle.
Ouch. The worst part is I am just now able to resume sleeping on that side of my body, and I am a serious side sleeper.
Yesterday started off like any other day. I got up, went to the gym (arms and cardio) and went to work. I was dressed a little nicer than normal, since I was planning to go to a memorial service for a co-worker yesterday.
Around noon, I went up to Project Director's office for a meeting about one phase of information gathering for our project. Meeting went well, and we generated good ideas. I was heading down the stairs back to my office with a a colleague when the heel of my left shoe got caught in my pants and down I went. Spectacularly. I lost my balance, fell down about 6 steps, pitched forward and banged my head on the cinderblock wall, ricocheting off and hitting the floor. Chaos ensued, as the collegue got help, in the form of the project director, who called the school nurse, and some of the people who I share office space with.
They helped me up, to the dean's office and I sat there, shaking and sore for a while. The nurse determined that I hadn't broken anything or concussed anything, and I was sent home. In fact, a coworker drove me home, since they didn't want to put me on the subway or subject me to the mercy of a taxi.
The final tally banged up knees = 2 (one with a bruise, the other in an ace bandage and with a big scrape) banged up wrist = 1 banged up head = right side pants = tan linen, two holes, one from the heel of the shoe, the other from the injury itself ego = bruised and amused.
Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go ice something.
It's expected I'll be mostly OK in a week or so, and fully functional in time for Japan.
In my computer room, the computer is near the doorway. There's no door, just a beaded curtain. On the other side of the doorway is a big huge stack of DVD's and also the cage for Sora, my chinchilla.
I got up from the computer to get a drink and tripped over something (a shoe I think) as soon as I stood up, so as I fell, I made a grab for the beaded curtain that's over the doorway, pulling it down from the wall, and falling and getting all tangled in it. Then as I tried to get up and disentangle myself, I lose my balance and fall backwards, knocking over the big stack of movies that's against the wall near Sora's cage. Ok, so I am now standing and have re-stacked all the DVD's and put the beaded curtain back up, with Sora chattering angrily at me the whole time for making so much noise and rattling his cage, and go to get that drink I wanted. Guess again- There's a puddle of water on the kitchen floor and I am once again down on the ground and now my back's all wet from landing in said puddle.
By the time I finally got my drink I wasn't even thirsty anymore, I just wanted to lie down.
I’m new to the site and thought I would post my favorite Cluty story. It happened a while back; but these kinds of things happen to me / happen with me from time to time when I least expect it. I try to make a joke of it since I believe what doesn’t kill you should be laughed at. I hope you like.
(edited it to shorten it for Klutzy Chicks)
9/29 Attack Of The Mud Monsters My weekend wasn’t so bad. A bit boring at times, a bit relaxing at times, a bit of wonder and a bit more entertaining? than I would have preferred…
There was a Pirate Festival in Ojai that I just couldn’t resist going to. All that leather, long hair and big swords and those were just the women! The men were a site to see as well. I arrived pretty late so I was only able to stay that day for 2 hours. The costumes were colorful and the scene was a bit laid back.
The next morning No snakes or coyotes this time (Note: That story is interesting too). I even kept an eye open to anything wild that this way may come. However it was the earth elements that go me this time.
I went back to the festival and wondered the vendor booths, had breakfast, watched a pretty funny juggling comedian, watch leather clad bois (one especially yummy) do some archery practice and than wandered to the lake. That’s where I was attached by the Mud Monsters!
As I was walking towards the dock about 100 yards from the festival, I suddenly felt my foot start to sink in to the soft ground of black mud. Thinking nothing more of it than possibly a little mud on my new boots, I continued on towards the docks when suddenly… my foot was grabbed from below by a hand that felt both solid and slimy. The very earth below me had formed into a hideous formation of a humanoid hand that would not let me move forward or backwards. Still in denial of what had me in it’s grips I tried to step forward towards the safety of the solid lake’s waters, but my other foot began to descend towards the abyss of the unholy creatures. Wrought with the determination that would not consume this spirit I fought not with my physical strength, for I knew that any physical struggles would only bury me deeper into their clutches. With my spirit of survival did I turn about to see what would aid my escape?
An old pirate who had seen many days before my own came to my call, but alas, for his mind was not as sharp with the drink from those many days behind him… another, a commoner tried with his wits to also aide me, but to no avail… I was firmly in the Mud Monster’s grasp. It was the quick thinking of a female commoner that saved my day… with her throw of a sturdy refuse cover of which I could brace myself so that I could lift my leg from the hellish grasps of doom to which I would have surely followed.
Bracing myself with my hands and my one leg that I managed to rip from their grasp, I put my Mud Monster blood covered leg on the solid material to which the mud monsters could not reach from beneath… I lifted myself from certain death and fled from their hellish depths of eternal Hell
The events of this story have not been exaggerated…they have only been rewritten to sound much more entertaining than the actual event of stepping into a sinkhole up to my knee & my thigh
see i am the obviouse kind of klutz, i am type of person that just stands still and i will lose my balance.........dont ask it is a long story....not much else to say...except that i am now a new member of this community ^_^. I decided to join cuz you all sound like my kind of people.... ok so ummmm ya going now blah blah blah.......
This is the second time that I have fallen off of my bike. Both times, I was not moving. I skinned my knee this time and hurt my hand. Seriously, next time, I would like to at least fall off for a reason. It's getting embarrasing.
I liked my burrito so much and was concentrating on peeling the foil off of it so hard, that I walked right into a tree branch and banged my forhead so hard and loud I thought it was a metal bar.
Trying to slice the tip of my finger off Friday night while slicing bread wasn't enough. Really. (Actually, it is an exxageration, but it took 24 h for the bleeding to stop and I still have no feeling in that part of my finger as the sucker is healing).
Noooo. That wasn't good enough.
There she is, just a wa-alking down the street. Oooof. THUMP. Splat. Ouch.
I was walking (at night) from the local concert band practice off to meet "someone new" at the coffee shop down the street. Darn sidewalk. It actually reached up, took hold of the toe of my sandal and refused to let go. Clarinet case went flying. prg went flying. This is where the Splat part comes in. Both hands and right knee are now the victim of road rash. Ouch. Now I can only wonder how impressed that "someone new" was with my newly bloodied appearance... at least it wasn't my face, eh?
