I don’t know if my accident prone nature can put in the category of ‘lucky’, perhaps fortunate is a better turn due to my constant battle with gravity and physics.
If I kept a journal of each time I’ve fallen, bumped into something, or had an object fall on me I’d probably be on volume 1000.
Take this month for instance. I was feeling very successful because in the month of May I’ve had only 3 injuries to report!
1. On safety awareness day I broke my back molar on popcorn they were giving out.
2. I slipped getting Jonathon into the tub and banged up the entire left side of my body as I twisted myself to prevent him from injury and wound up re-injuring the foot that last month the automatic wheelchair lift on his bus crashed down on.
3. Today while putting away dishes a coffee mug fell out of the cupboard and in order to prevent it from falling on the counter and breaking, I instead caught it with various parts of my arm… watching it bounce off my bones until I caught it with my right hand.
You may never see me in a cast or hooked up to life support (hence me using the word ‘fortunate’) because a. if I do break a bone, early survival classes taught me how to set a bone and when a break requires emergency treatment. b. I’ll be in denial just to avoid going into a Salem medical center. “My arm is hanging on by a thread? Oh, it’s probably nothing- a little superglue and I’ll be good as new.”
Of course this doesn’t include the daily bumping into things and getting my clothes caught on just about everything within certain circumference of where I am. If I were to record those, I don’t think they make enough paper to keep track of all of it.
Have you ever seen Final Destination? My accidents pretty much happen like that. The mug for instance.
I go to put a glass away on the top shelf and my arm hits a plate on the second shelf which slides out of place knocking the mug from behind and out of the cupboard. If I didn’t intercept the mug with my arm, then I’m quite certain it would have shattered and a shard would have hit the pan of fish on the stove causing grease to splatter on the floor which would have prompted me to slip into the fridge- the fridge falls on top of me and a sheet of ice in the freezer would have lopped off my head. See! I’m lucky!
NYC Memory #5,211. Jonathon, Ben, Jenn and I just got back from a private meeting with Stan Lee. There’s something overwhelming when your son meets his hero and it goes better than you could ever possibly imagine. I stepped outside to dry my eyes and take in the reality so I could connect it all and make it feel like less of a dream that I was soon going to be awaken from.
A few steps to the right and I looked up. Seeing the New Yorker on a clear, beautiful day connected me to the fact that this WAS reality and I was in New York Baby!
