Wednesday, July 21, 2010

It's no biggie, really.

Ooooh, how I love my life! (Note the sarcasm.) All my life I've been one of the world's biggest klutz. A wonderful gene I seem to have inherited my dad. Thanks Pops! I was a rather clumsy child, always covered in scrapes and bruises. In fact we went through band-aids so often my mom always let me pick out a box of band-aids every time we went to the grocery store. I shouldn't say let, more like I'd tell her I just wanted to look at them and then she'd end up buying me a box. Yes, I was an odd child. I had a kind of obsession with band-aids.

Just to let you get a feel for how clumsy I am I'll just slip in a few anecdotes. When I was three my brother (who's three years older than me) had to get X-rays at the hospital. It was a nice wintry day, snowing fairly heavily. As we were headed toward the door Conor and I decided to pretend we were ice skaters. So we were gliding our feet along the floor and pretending to twirl around and jump. We get to the end of the hallway and because Conor was older and bigger than me he beat me there. Just as the automatic door was opening I slipped on the rug and hit my forehead against the doorjamb, splitting my forehead wide open. Now what are the chances of that? It wasn't that big of a gash though, I only had to get three stitches. I used to go to a Catholic school and stayed after during the after school program because both my parents worked. I'm not quite sure how old I was or how it happened, but I ended up running into a brick wall. Yup, I know. Go ahead and laugh. I still have a scar on my knee. Last one I swear, when I was nine or ten I played in a summer basketball league. I jumped up for a rebound, some chick pushed me, and I landed on my foot wrong. It ended up broken and I was in a boot for just about the whole summer.

Now that you understand how I get injuries quite often and sometimes in weird manners you can see how it was bound to happen again sooner or later. This evening my family sat down to a lovely dinner of tacos. And my brother  was with us for once, this hasn't happened that often ever since he turned nineteen. My puppy Maggie was all worked up because my uncle Tom stopped by to drop off some fireworks for my dad. She had just drank from her water bowl and because of her bloodhound genes her jowls were dripping water EVERYWHERE. It was totally gross. As I was trying to avoid her slobbing mouth, she bumped my leg and I slashed it on the track of the insert of the bottom of the table. And I was left with a nice wide gash on my knee. I won't go into detail, but I will say it was bleeding pretty bad. I remember saying "Why does this always happen to me?!"  a few times, which made my brother laugh. He was so sweet though, he kept asking if he could do anything to help.

My dad decided I might have to get stitches. So we went to the quick fix place (I'm not sure what it's actually called) because we would have been in the hospital emergency room for hours just waiting to get treated. The doctor came in and took a look. He said that since the metal came in at an angle there was outer skin split away from the thinner, inner skin. And it would keep breaking open because of the bend in my knee. So instead of just having it glued shut I now have seven stitches in my knee. He had to give me several shots to numb it first. I won't lie, those hurt a bit. Once it was numb he started sewing me up. It didn't hurt, of course, but it was so weird! I could feel it tugging and moving around, and I knew it should hurt. I was a little queasy at first. But now it's all good, I have to go back in twelve days to get them taken out. Oh and did I mention I'm supposed to go shopping tomorrow? Maybe I can get Jordin to wheel me around in a wheel chair...


  1. ¡Que interesante! We seriously are the same person. I am uber klutzy as well. Last summer, I was taking the trash out, like a good girl, and accidentally kicked the bag on the way out. Apparently there was something sharp in there because I sliced my toe open and had to get stitches because it was on the joint. And I agree with the weird tugging feeling! It is so bizarre! I wanted to watch them stitch me up, but they wouldn't let me. Haha.

    Also, another weird similarity. My first name is Katie. Thought I'd add that in there to throw you off a bit. ;)

  2. I'm so sorry about your knee! I am very klutzy as well. Thankfully, I've never had to go to the hospital because of my injuries...
    I was walking and I seriously ran into a tree - twice within five minutes. And then a couple minutes later while getting into the car, banged my head into the car. Sigh.