KLUTZ.

I’m not kidding. Let’s recap my very “Kirsten” moments.

In 1998, twas the night before Thanksgiving, and a 16-year-old me tripped over the steps in front of my Nani’s house and fell through the extremely old glass window, that left my right arm a hot mess. Without having to use to much of a gross description, it looked like a scene from I Know What You Did Last Summer. Nope, not pretty.

150+ internal and external stitches later, I was left with just three scars. One of which looks like a giraffe…that I named B-Rok.

That next summer, in 1999, I was at cheer practice doing jumps, and I came down from a jump hard on my right foot. A couple x-rays and a wrong diagnosis of tendinitis later, I found out that I had a stress fracture in my right foot. I got benched through most of the football season, so my foot could heal, which it never fully did. Oh well.

A couple years later, there was me almost walking right into a pole on the Evergreen campus, and I did fall up some steps on my way to a Psych final. That hurt.

But, it wasn’t until I started working at University Courtyard, that I truly realized that I am a full-on klutz.

My first summer there, from tripping while playing ultimate frisbee, I was covered in bruises all summer long. Hot, right?

Then there was the Summer Staff reunion at the snow, that I realized that me and nature just don’t get along. Me on a plastic intertube + oncoming tree= 5 staples on the right side of my head and right arm in a sling for a week. Ugh, that was just not fun. AT ALL. I do not see me ever going near the snow ever again. At least not sliding down in on an intertube.

Next, fall 2005, the night before a tour day at UC, I fell down some stairs in the student union. Which, I thought I was okay, until I was in so much pain that I ended up in the emergency room, only to be handed a prescription of painkillers and muscle relaxers around two in the morning.

I manage to take it easy, until that summer. I was in my room, and went to get up from my bed and sat up too quickly and fell from my bed, hitting my arm on my side table and landed directly on my left knee. And okay, the carpet at the UC is basically covering concrete, so I am surprised that I didn’t do more than twist up the ligament in my knee.

I as prescribed painkillers and a given a pair of crutches that I didn’t go more than five days on, because I need two feet. It’s just too much of a neccessity.

So that happened the end of June, and I managed to go all of 2007 without a trip to the emergency room. It’s pretty amazing to me.

However, yesterday at work, I was on a step ladder re-doing a wall I was on the top step, and I didn’t feel like I was up too high, because I’m already decently tall, and I went to step down and then realized that I was on the top step. I stumbled off the ladder and hit back on the edge of a display table.

OUCH!

I thought I was going to be able to shake the pain off, but apparently not. So, I believe there is a trip to the doctor’s office sometime in my future…like this week. Boo. But, I’ve been keeping heat on my back, I’ll have on a heat pack at work tonight, since I have the closing shift at work tonight. But, being a Tuesday night, it should be fairly mellow night.

But, there it is…sore back. I knew something was up when it hurt to drive home yesterday. Not hurt, just very uncomfortable.

So, there’s my up-to-date history of all my klutzy moments.

Ridiculous, right?

The one thing I know from being injured, is that you totally have to try and humble yourself. I am not a person that likes having things done for them. And you totally have to put things like that aside or things just don’t get done.

It’s totally hard to do, especially if you’re Miss Independent like me. I cannot stand having people wait on me when I know that I am still sort-of capable of doing it myself.

Which is really weird, because I am fine with helping others get by when they need help if they’re sick or injured.

I’m hoping this back thing isn’t anything huge. That would be just no bueno.

I am just going to stay positive about it.

I’m a klutz.

Oh well!

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