Last night was the NC State FSU game. This was a huge game for the Wolfpack. I was a little reluctant to go to the game since M and I just had just gotten home. But I decided to go for a while. Since M has the rest of the week off, he decided to meet some friends and start tailgating early. I had to wait til after work to head out. Thankfully the stadium isn’t far from my office.
Anyway, it rained a little yesterday afternoon so as M and I walked into the stadium he told me to grab paper towels from the bathroom to wipe off our seats. I went to get paper towels out of the dispenser and hit my finger on the handle. I realized I hit it but I didn’t notice the blood running down my finger until I was waiting for M. I pulled a piece of tissue off and wrapped it around my finger. That did the trick for a while. Then I managed to hit it again. Ughh! I decided to run to the bathroom and find the first aid tent. One band-aid later and I was good as new.
Needless to say I am pretty accident prone. I am constantly running into walls, bumping into things, tripping – not necessarily even over things, you get my drift. Luckily I’ve never had to get stitches and I’ve never broken anything. Well at least nothing the doctor would diagnose. I fell one night walking in Austin, I basically walked off a curb. My foot hurt pretty bad and I was in heels. The people I was with wouldn’t listen to me and proceeded to drag me around town for several hours as I hopped and hobbled around. When I went to the doc a few days later she said nothing was broken and nothing was wrong. I still disagree with her answer. I could feel something in my foot popping. One day it finally popped and felt better. It was like something was out of align or broken!
As a kid there were several trips to the hospital for x-rays from falling off my bike. I fell off a piece of wood playing teeter totter. I busted both lips in one season of softball. I’ve kicked myself with an ice skate. Burned myself on a motorcycle, with the iron on both arms, and numerous times from the oven. Personal fave, grabbed a cast iron skillet right out of the oven. How I have no scars from that still boggles my mind and OMG that hurt!  Nearly cut the top of my toe off after I tripped over a sign holder in the side walk. Fell off the back of a bus, more like flipped off. (That’s another story ;)) Slid down the stairs in front of the Haley center in Auburn. That was fun. All is hear is “damn.” HAHA! The list goes on and on as you can imagine. Those are just the ones I remember off hand.
Here is to an accident free weekend!
Happy Friday!
~k