Accident Prone

It appears as though every couple of years, I will find myself in a state of absolute carelessness, coupled with an unlucky streak. In the last week, I have managed to fall twice, and am now attempting to type this post with one hand.

So, the first landing on my bump was not really my fault as Ms. L was attempting a tackle in her state of "highness" last Friday. Nonetheless, down I went, with a huge bruise on my elbow. The second fall was absolutely of my own "doing", as I managed to walk right into those little drains. Down I went again, this time, with a resultant bruise on my knee.

The funniest incident of course was yesterday morning. For some reason, I decided that my hand was the surest way to stop a razor blade's descent to the bathroom floor. Perhaps my lit teacher in JC just trained me way too well... such that I instinctively try to catch anything... like his flying pens. The result? I managed to "shave" a teeny little bit of my finger off... just the skin, but enough to justify two days of sick leave and many tablets of painkillers. And of course, a huge bandage round my middle finger... it really is not very productive trying to type with one hand. Sighs.