klutz
There's some weird Murphy's law about Klutziness....isn't there?
I wake up now to find new bruises, from what? I dunno. Vague memories of bumping into things, dropping things. The more filled my brain becomes, the more bruises show up.
Day before yesterday, I was taking a broken display out of the store to the trash bin. The sides were pressboard with basic white veneer of some sort on it....which had mostly peeled away, leaving crazy rough edges. I dropped it. It slipped right from my hand and onto my ankle.
At first I thought I had injured my foot (the first day I'd worn flip flops to work, btw.) I looked down to see a ragged piece of skin sitting aside my heel. Then I saw my leg. There, on the inside of my ankle was a good sized scrape. The chunk of skin that now sat on my ankle had once been part of my leg. The bruise was already beginning.
My first thought. "Thank goodness my wedding dress is long!"
It's still oozing and bleeding. Yuk. Should leave an interesting scar.
I had to fill out an incident report for work. In the "immediate and long term plan" section. (What-eveh!) I SO wanted to write:
DONT BE SUCH A FREAKIN' KLUTZ!!!
Thank goodness I at least have Hello Kitty band-aids to make it seem a teensy bit better.
I wake up now to find new bruises, from what? I dunno. Vague memories of bumping into things, dropping things. The more filled my brain becomes, the more bruises show up.
Day before yesterday, I was taking a broken display out of the store to the trash bin. The sides were pressboard with basic white veneer of some sort on it....which had mostly peeled away, leaving crazy rough edges. I dropped it. It slipped right from my hand and onto my ankle.
At first I thought I had injured my foot (the first day I'd worn flip flops to work, btw.) I looked down to see a ragged piece of skin sitting aside my heel. Then I saw my leg. There, on the inside of my ankle was a good sized scrape. The chunk of skin that now sat on my ankle had once been part of my leg. The bruise was already beginning.
My first thought. "Thank goodness my wedding dress is long!"
It's still oozing and bleeding. Yuk. Should leave an interesting scar.
I had to fill out an incident report for work. In the "immediate and long term plan" section. (What-eveh!) I SO wanted to write:
DONT BE SUCH A FREAKIN' KLUTZ!!!
Thank goodness I at least have Hello Kitty band-aids to make it seem a teensy bit better.