My one claim to fame.
Currently sporting a nice range of bruises in the grey-blue-black spectrum and a wrenched left thumb, arm & knee after slipping yesterday while in the middle of walking in my front door. Damn fake crocs. Damn wet weather. Damn, it hurts.
*commiserates with
I myself am currently nursing a sore hand cause I slammed the fuck out of the front of it (you know-where all the lovely nerves and tendons are) into the point of Emma's dresser. It hit so hard it was pretty much instantly black-and-blue and my fingers right below (above?) it were numb for a damn long time....even now if I run my fingers over it, it hurts like a mother fucker and the intersection of my index and middle fingers goes numb momentarily.
Fucking clumsiness...
If it makes you feel better, if only through laughing, I have an embarrassing clumsy story of my own. *whispers* When I was, maybe, 7 or 8, I'd just gotten out of the shower and my mum was on the phone. And I couldn't dry my back so I went and leant against the wall-length heater. I burnt my ass so badly I couldn't sit for a week, and to this day I have a scar in the shape of grill marks (why yes, exactly like McDonald beef patties in the ads)
Hope you feel better soon!
*hug*
Actually, although I am really clumsy (and completely lacking in any grace) I do blame the shoes. They're the same ones I was wearing when I slipped and landed on my tailbone a few months ago. Very comfy, but horribly unsafe when wet and walking on smooth surfaces.
But I'll take the hug! Thanks!