Clumsy Cathy

I have a confession to make, you guys. For those of you who know me IRL (In Real Life), this confession will not come as any kind of shock. In fact, if "shock" was in Japan, you would be in Boston. Or something that indicates a long distance. You get the idea.

For those of you who don't know me, well, I just hope this doesn't lower me in your esteem. ;)

Bless me, father, for I am . . . clumsy. It's sad, but true. I have been clumsy all my life - regularly twisting ankles, whacking my head on walls, and various other feats of poor coordination. In middle school, I once fell off the uneven bars - straight down, from a height of maybe 5 feet, landing on my back & knocking the wind right out. In high school, I once leaned over while jogging around the track at practice (to pants one of my teammates, actually) & ended up twisting ligaments in my back.

More recently (a.k.a. this weekend), I fell into my boyfriend's bathtub on a 5am bathroom run. Check out my fancy scrape here. And the piece de resistance occurred on Tuesday when I badly sprained my foot. Doing what, you ask? Running? Biking? Training for a marathon? Nope - getting up from my desk!

I'm not kidding - stop laughing. ;) Around 11am, I took a sip of cold coffee & after spitting it back into the mug, stood up to go warm it up. You know how in most cases, you can tell when your foot is asleep? Apparently, my "foot-is-asleep" gauge was broken. I had no idea my right foot was asleep & so I boldly stepped away from my chair. After much wild flailing & flashes of pain, I crumpled to the ground, in front of my office door.

Coffee everywhere, coworkers running to help, drama all around. Greg, who is going to medical school in the fall, was the "first responder" & helped me back to my chair. When I started to tell my concerned colleagues what had happened, I began to see the humor in the spill & started laughing like a hyena. Relieved, they did too.

Ultimately, my mother (who has medical experience) doesn't think it's fractured, but it is badly sprained. I've been icing, elevating, and wrapping it for two days now. It's developing a lovely blueish bruise, which I captured on camera if anyone wants to see.

Sigh. I might be a lost cause, you guys. I might just have sit immobile on a couch for the rest of my life. Send beer? ;)