headbanger

don't let the title of this entry fool you -- i mean it in the most literal sense.

i am somewhat of a klutz if i'm not extra careful.  i burn myself even while wearing oven mitts; i wake up with bruises, unable to determine where they've come from; i have papercuts and scratches just from working in an office.  i have tripped on steps, over curbs, carpets, rugs, plugs, my cats, and sometimes over my own feet.  when i ran track in high school, i sprained my ankle twice in the same spot because i simply lost my footing midstride and landed haphazardly.  once, while maneuvering around some papers and boxes in our junk room, i misstepped and scraped my calf so badly on the edge of a wastebasket (a friggin' wastebasket!) that i still have the scar.

another thing i seem to do all the time is hit my head.  in the mornings while getting ready, we constantly open and close the overhead cabinet in our bathroom.  our trash can sits on the floor beside the commode.  there are times (and i'm ashamed to say how many), that we accidentally leave the vanity door open, i'll bend over to throw something away, and BAM! birds will be chirping around my head.

today i dropped something at work that rolled under my desk.  even though i was overly cautious, i still managed to smash my head directly into the table when i went to retrieve it.  talk about ouch.  geez.

then i thought:  how many bumps does it take to get to the center of my skull?  let's hope i never find out.