I’ma jus’ gonna hang upside-down offtha couch all evening. Anything that does not require the use of my feet.
Feet are pretty pissed off. So they’re out.
Knee’s not too happy either. Tripped over a parking block walking up from the employee lot and tanked it. Fortunately the car I clung to in order to break my fall did not have a car alarm, otherwise it may have raised some eyebrows with the valet attendants. Unfortunately, the fall was not broken, nor was my knee, however, a rather impressive bruise ensued:
I kick ass with injuries. Grew up somewhat of a tomboy.
Arm went through a glass door when I was seven, scars and stitches aplenty.
Impaled myself on a picket fence when I was eight, so the back of my left upper thigh is beautifully mangled. Little bastard next door was chasing me, so I assign the blame to him.
Hit a dog on my bike when I was fifteen, knocking off my two front teeth and chipping off a chunk of my kneecap which required surgery to repair. Serious road rash down the center of my face, which can be catastrophic to a girl in high school.
Broke my foot, but that was covered in a previous blog.
Sliced my leg open on the handle of a printing press in my college printmaking class, requiring (another) tetanus shot.
Sliced my fingertip off whilst slicing oranges.
More concussions than I care to count.
My husband says I am a medically high maintenance individual. And exceptionally clumsy.
I prefer to be called a bad-ass.
3 thoughts on “>I’m invincible!”
>Ah, another accident prone person to share the love.Over a dozen broken bones and major injuries for this guy. I’m working on being the next Evil Knievel.
>You are like my long-lost sister I never had.I call you fellow bad-ass!
>That is one helluva bruise. As someone who is vastly accident-prone, but never seems to get the “good” scars and bumps to show for it, I salute and envy your hellacious souvenir.