Thursday, August 20, 2009
If life were a sitcom, then yesterday would have been the season's special episode for physical comedy.
Falling down or hurting myself in a comedic way has been a part of my life since I can remember, the worst of the lot being the time when my left heel gave way on a stationary escalator and I literally tumbled down it, scaring all the people who were there, destroying my sister's pants and scraping the skin off my shins which took forever to heal. This happened way back in 2004, but the scars are still visible, albeit slightly. I must also hold the record for being the one and only person to have sprained my ankle before entering a jungle for some training, or to have dropped a box set of books on someone's head (she shouldn't have been sneaking a read under the shelf of the bookstore, though - so maybe I was just the channel karma used to hit the person), and I'm also capable of making any ballerina turn green with envy at my ability to do a pirouette in a cramped space before falling in a heap as an after effect of attempting to close my car door in that cramped space. Don't ask.
Anyway, back to yesterday... I first hit my right knee on the leg of a marble table due to my strange habit of needing to be really close to the table during meetings. Perhaps it's a subconscious way of me feeling protected by the table... plus, it gives a more dramatic effect if I had to suddenly push myself behind to stand up and give an opinion! That hit on the knee made me have to rest my head on the table for a bit. It hurt so much, but surprisingly it looks as though there is no internal injury.
The second incident happened later that night after I came back from the gym, at about almost 10 pm. Now, my parents house was built in the late 70's where cars were not a very necessary item yet, and therefore the porch is a bit small, so there's a 'knack' when it comes to parking the car. For my car, I have to reverse park it at a right angle with the right side of the gate outside, and the left side of the gate inside. And although I have my own keys, dad came out to open the gate for me and he did it wrongly. So I just got out of the car to help him when I noticed Ketsbaia moving slowly towards the house at the corner in it's own time. In horror, I ran towards the car, but was not strong enough to stop it. In the end, and in sheer panic, I used my right shin to somehow do something to the car (I was in panic, in fear and dreadfully tired after a long day so I can't remember what was it I did) while I yanked the hand break up. At least now I know if I suddenly decide to change fields, I could try being a stunt woman!
The shin hurt a bit, but didn't show any signs of injury until I came out of the shower. There was a big swell which seemed to be getting bigger by the minute. And now I have a bad ass bandage on my right shin.
Note: Title borrowed from R.E.M