Accident prone through and through
Every single scar on my body has a ridiculous story to accompany it; there's the one on my knee from when I tripped over a SAFETY kerb, the one on my other knee from when I tripped over a pothole whilst heavily pregnant, the ones on my chin and tongue from when I fainted in choir. It's not just scars either, general injuries and just downright bad luck (going back to the pothole incident, after getting out the hospital, I decided to go to Jimmy Chungs to cheer myself up, it was all going swimmingly until one of the waitresses spilled a whole tub of sweet and sour sauce onto my white Rocha John Rocha coat. I think I cried myself to sleep that night) I am the living, breathing Calamity Jane. What can go wrong, will probably go wrong, but I'll have a funny story to tell at the end of it sometimes!
So this week's calamity? I fell down a couple stairs whilst leaving college and sprained my ankle very badly. That in itself, not so funny but when you pair it with the fact that I had cycled to college that day and was quite nervous about cycling back for fear of injuring myself (the last time I was on a bike I managed to crash, fall off and give myself a concussion by introducing my head to a wall). I wonder if I was so nervous about cycling back home that I subconsciously threw myself down the stairs?!
Oh to add further 'insult to injury' I'm still recovering from a rotary cuff injury I got last week from playing badminton for the first time in years.
When will this madness end?!
I could probably make my injuries a weekly thing on this blog! A round-up of what I've done to myself this week! Do you have any ridiculous stories to go along with your scars or any silly injuries you've had?