I'm clumsy and accident prone. Those who know me are aware of this. My running buddies have seen me take a tumble on more than one occasion.
I've always been clumsy, but it seems to be getting worse as I age. I think I'm accident prone because I live in a world designed for people bigger than myself. Remember, I'm only 4 foot, 9 1/2 inches tall, and that's standing up straight.
So, the day after we returned from our Great American Adventure, we went grocery shopping. No big deal, right?! Wrong! As I was putting our groceries into our mini van, I hit my elbow on the corner, on the inside part of the passenger door. There are 2 little, metal bolts that stick out, and I whacked my elbow RIGHT on them. Pain shot through my arm, and my hand turned blue and later went numb. I couldn't move my elbow, so off to the ER I went. Turns out it wasn't broken. Apparently, I hit my elbow right where everything is connected, like nerves and tendons. I hit the nerves and the swelling caused my forearm and hand to go numb. After about 3 hours the numbness stopped, but I still couldn't move my elbow for about a week because it hurt so damn bad. But I survived with no real issues or damage. To my arm, that is.
Note: Wearing Crocs in the rain is dangerous! They should put a warning label on them. It should read: LOOK, DUMB ASSES, DON'T WEAR THESE SHOES IN THE FUCKING RAIN. YOU WILL SLIP AND FALL AND BUST YOUR ASS! So, you guessed it. I busted my ass as I was walking out of McDonald's in the pouring rain. Husband had warned me about wearing Crocs in the rain. But as you know, I don't typically listen to anyone when it comes to anything. So, I dismissed his warning, slipped on my Crocs, and headed for the local McDonald's with Jude and Husband. As I walked out of the McDonald's, I slipped and fell right on my ass. Husband said he didn't see me fall, but he did see my pink, polka-dotted umbrella go down. He knew I had busted my ass. Luckily, there was a huge, concrete planter near me, and I tried to grab on to it. Unfortunately, all I got was a handful of potting soil and bonked my elbow. Yes, the injured one mentioned above. I scooped myself up and was soaking wet. Thankfully, no one was around to see me bust my ass. I survived the slip and fall with an aching tail bone and a seriously bruised elbow. And I learned my lesson: NEVER, EVER WEAR CROCS WHEN IT'S RAINING UNLESS YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL YOURSELF!