I have managed to hurt myself, yet again. You know, I'm honestly surprised that I've never broken a bone. (Technically, the thumb that got cut off wasn't a "broken" bone so much as a "forcibly removed" one, so I don't count that.)
At school yesterday, I stepped outside of my classroom door, only to encounter a cardboard box in my path. Not looking down, I proceeded to slide on the cardboard box, windmilling my arms. (I could have sworn I heard cartoon sound effects somewhere in the distance.) I struck my knee in the process, rendering it instantaneously numb from said knee to the foot.
Needless to say, the school nurse calls the incident in, and I have to go get checked out by our docs to make sure I haven't been thoroughly clumsy enough to damage my knee beyond repair. I also have to do a drug test, just to make sure I'm not loaded and trying to demonstrate surfing techniques to my charges. (Too bad I wasn't hopped up on drugs -- they might make some days easier. And then, some days, it's just not worth gnawing through the straps.)
The lovely doc spends about four minutes in the exam room with me, explaining that my x-rays look clear, and I haven't done any lasting damage. I tell him that my knee does not hurt to walk on, or to flex, but it does go numb when I press on the soft flesh around the knee. The learned man tells me, "Then don't push on it!" I ask what if it never goes away, this numbness? His answer? "Don't do any kneeling, and you'll be all right." Apparently, I passed my drug test, because I was sent back to work.
I hope I don't hurt myself any further.
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(((KLee)))
So sorry you hurt yourself. I somehow always thought that when I found my twin she would be graceful. :)
Oh dear. You and I sound like kindred spirits. It doesn't take much out of the ordinary for me to get hurt. There's a joke 'round these parts .... "Be careful or somebody's going to get hurt. And it's going to be Miche!)
I hope you feel better real soon and I hope that it doesn't have to happen again for a long, long, long time!
Welcome to the club KLee! I too am far too clumsy to be allowed in public without a helmet.
Drug test, eh? My goodness, but the world just gets stranger by the minute.
Ugh, that hurts so much (I've done it a few times). Give it a few weeks, and it should be fine. Try to keep it straight and elevated as much as you can.
Hugs!
Freakin pr*ck! I loathe doctors like that. Made you take a drug test. Those miserable miscreants!
Foul! Someone made your work space unsafe and caused you to have an accident. I'm het up now! Oooo, I would be raising some hell!
ouch! sorry! Nice response from the doc, huh?
Tons of hugs...
Yeah, if only so you don't have to go back to that quack! Don't push on it. Jesus! That's like something out of the Three Stooges for crissakes.
Of course, so is your slipping incident... which, it pains me to say, made me laugh like an idiot and shoot coffee out my nose.
Now who looks like a stooge?
Ouch! I totally understand the clumsiness, though... I have had more than one person question my scalpel-wielding abilities after watching me do stupid things.
Also, Edinburgh is one giant land mine for clumsy people. On the 20-minute walk to class on Thursday, I tripped five times. Matt was laughing at me pretty hard.
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