Minor And Major
I sneak myself towards the suspicion that I may be a little accident-prone. Not clumsy, I don't think. I'm very good at sports and games, I'm ambidextrous and do things equally well with both arms and legs; yet somehow I simply keep injuring myself by doing things like moving a chair or sleeping.
I'm not going to go too far back on this. The catalogue of my minor injuries over the past year is daunting. But this week alone is enough. Of course, I gave myself a black eye whilst sleepwalking to start with. A couple of days later I fell out of bed and winded myself pretty badly (no smirks! Not that like that, sheesh... though I was acting like an idiot at the time). Then yesterday I badly cut my left index finger moving a chair. I don't know how, except that I was being rather forceful at the time. We've been rearranging our rooms at school, you see. It's a nasty cut, one of those ones where something got under the skin and pushed in, and it's on an inner joint. So I came home with elastoplast wrapped round it, unable to bend it and looking like I was constantly pointing at something. I must say, it's pretty much worth it just to have JJ take care of me; I even like how she teases me. Hmm, actually, I especially like how she teases me, haha.
For most people, this would be enough for the week. Yeah. So I've managed to hurt myself again today. On a mattress. I sliced my right thumb from the knuckle all the way to the tip. Not too deeply, thankfully, but it isn't pleasant. Another moving incident; there was a spring poking out and of course my thumb found it faster than a laser-guided missile.
So I come home this evening; faded black eye, bandaged index finger and a newly plastered thumb on my other hand. I was a little rueful. JJ just looks at me and starts to laugh, and she's so irresistable, I have to laugh too.
My Aunt Emmy comes in and sees the new acquisition in my collection. "What is wrong with you?!" she cries before cracking up herself. And we're all laughing. It's just the perfect reaction, and I have one of those moments come over me. When I realise how happy I am, and how much I love the family I've found here. And most of all, how loved I feel. Battered and bruised, but oh, so very happy!
God knows I must put them through so much worry with everything that happens to me. My whole life I've been accident-prone. But as I looked at these people I love with all my heart, a love that's so wonderfully returned - a family I fought for - I realised; I was never clumsy.
I'm not going to go too far back on this. The catalogue of my minor injuries over the past year is daunting. But this week alone is enough. Of course, I gave myself a black eye whilst sleepwalking to start with. A couple of days later I fell out of bed and winded myself pretty badly (no smirks! Not that like that, sheesh... though I was acting like an idiot at the time). Then yesterday I badly cut my left index finger moving a chair. I don't know how, except that I was being rather forceful at the time. We've been rearranging our rooms at school, you see. It's a nasty cut, one of those ones where something got under the skin and pushed in, and it's on an inner joint. So I came home with elastoplast wrapped round it, unable to bend it and looking like I was constantly pointing at something. I must say, it's pretty much worth it just to have JJ take care of me; I even like how she teases me. Hmm, actually, I especially like how she teases me, haha.
For most people, this would be enough for the week. Yeah. So I've managed to hurt myself again today. On a mattress. I sliced my right thumb from the knuckle all the way to the tip. Not too deeply, thankfully, but it isn't pleasant. Another moving incident; there was a spring poking out and of course my thumb found it faster than a laser-guided missile.
So I come home this evening; faded black eye, bandaged index finger and a newly plastered thumb on my other hand. I was a little rueful. JJ just looks at me and starts to laugh, and she's so irresistable, I have to laugh too.
My Aunt Emmy comes in and sees the new acquisition in my collection. "What is wrong with you?!" she cries before cracking up herself. And we're all laughing. It's just the perfect reaction, and I have one of those moments come over me. When I realise how happy I am, and how much I love the family I've found here. And most of all, how loved I feel. Battered and bruised, but oh, so very happy!
God knows I must put them through so much worry with everything that happens to me. My whole life I've been accident-prone. But as I looked at these people I love with all my heart, a love that's so wonderfully returned - a family I fought for - I realised; I was never clumsy.