I was born on a Tuesday, and as the rhyme goes, "Tuesdays child is full of grace." NOT! I should have been Mondays child, since she is fair of face :lol:
In kindergarten, I fell on glass and shredded my hand, leaving a scar that I carry to this day. In 3rd grade, I went ice skating with my parents. I lost my balance and as I went down, my arm hit my father, causing him to lose his balance and proceed to fall on top of me. My ankle swelled to the size of a large apple and I hobbled on crutches for weeks. In high school, I once again braved the ice, only to fall on my knee getting OFF the ice. I had a deep bone bruise and once again hobbled for a couple of weeks. Not to mention the rasberry that I had for months!
I was relatively injury free thru college. But then, a few years ago, I was walking out of the grocery store wearing a pair of Papagallo flip flops that I simply HAD to have. You guessed it. I slipped, and one leg went one way, and the other went the other way. I landed in the middle of the road, with my butt balanced on my big toe. I needed help getting up and I broke my big toe.
I wasnt finished yet though! Later that same year, I was getting out of the car at night in my own driveway, after a long day of shoppign at the mall. All of a sudden, I went spinning around and landed on my foot with a giant CRACK! I had hit the lone itty bitty patch of black ice in my driveway. After the initial shock, I hoised myself up on the car, picked up my bags and limped on a very SORE ankle up the driveway, up a flight of stairs to the house. Once inside, my father took my boot off to reveal a gigantic purpling ankle. Its broke, the accountant diagnosed. Oh no its not, this accounant countered. I'll prove it to you...and yes...I hobbled around the room to prove it wasnt broke. Next morning I hysterically cried to my doctor on the phone that I couldnt possibly go to the hospital since my company had just had a take over and my new insurance card, which came the day BEFORE I broke my ankle had rejected him as primary physician. Well...needless to say, by the end of the day I had a giant cast up to my knee which I clumped around in for the next 4 weeks. You have NO idea what its like to have to schlump around in cut off sweat pants for 4 weeks. When I got that cast off I practically did a jig out of the doctors office in my air cast :lol:
And thats my saga :lol:
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