The Klutz is Back

Mother wanted to name me Grace when she was pregnant with me.  Daddy said no.  For years, I've said it might have helped to make me more graceful had Daddy agreed.  Either it would have been helpful or very ironic!

Anyway, I've showed just how much of a klutz I am over the past few weeks.  It all started because I was cleaning my kitchen after dinner one night.  I put a baking sheet away and somehow managed to dislodge my pizza stone which rolled out of the cabinet and on to my big toe.  I know I shouldn't keep a round object on its side in a cabinet, but I don't have a drawer that is wide or deep enough for it.  To make a long story short, I cried for several hours, took some medicine and didn't sleep all night from my poor throbbing, rapidly-brusising toe and toenail.  I couldn't walk easily the next day and ended up at the doctor for an x-ray.  I also expected they would drain the blood under my toenail to relieve the pressure, but they didn't.  I ended up with this:

Two weeks later, I finally felt better and, of course, on the first day I wore heels, I broke another toe.  I was rushing to get to work early because I had to give a presentation and had yet to print my PowerPoint slides.  As I was going into my closet to get shoes, my foot had a close encounter with the closet door.  After straightening out my now crooked toe, I put my big girl panties on, shoved my aching foot into a heel and went to work.  Needless to say, I did not have the best day.

So far, I don't have any new injuries.  Knock on wood!!  Let's hope I've gotten a good bit of my clumsiness out of my system and will have an injury-free several months.  That doesn't mean I'm not going to hold on to the handrail going up AND down any stairs.  We don't want a repeat of the Florence Post Office incident*.

*Really embarassing story: I was 9 and fell down all the Florence Post Office stairs.  I was wearing a dress.  People stopped and got out of their cars to make sure I was ok.  Not my finest moment.