Writing about an injury, for Monday Memories, is a little hard for me because most of my injuries are small and embarrassing. Like the time I picked up a tea kettle filled with boiling water and burned my nose or the time I went hiking, fell and got a piece of stick in my leg. It was there for six months before I got it out.
There was also that time when I was a kid, that I decided to slide down the stairs on a blanket and ended up tangling with a bookcase at the bottom of the stairs. My Memé was not too pleased. I am not sure if she was more annoyed by my injury or by my stupidity. Either way, I was banned from going near the blankets. Another time I was playing in the wood pile and stepped on a nail. It went right through my shoe and up through my foot. I also fell out of the apple tree. I went straight back, like a graceful gymnast, diver, except I landed flat on my back. The air went out of my lungs. I waited to breathe assuming I would die, but luckily I was fine. Mostly I remember thinking the clouds were beautiful and if that was the last thing I saw before I died, maybe death wouldn’t be so bad after all.
As an adult I have shut my finger in a car door, cut myself with knives, burned myself on the toaster oven, repeatedly, and hit my head standing up under cabinet doors. I am a walking, minor disaster waiting to happen. Accident prone to the fullest denominator. Wait, is that even a saying? I didn’t pay enough attention in math class to throw terms like denominator around all willy-nilly, but I do it just the same.
So, while I don’t have any big injury memories I do have lots of small ones. They remind me I am human. I need reminders like that now and again to remind me to slow down, pay attention and not take stupid risks. I mean, seriously, is it really necessary to smell boiling water in a teapot? I am guessing probably not.
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