Hi all, sorry to be idle for the past few days - I've been babysitting a lot, trying to earn enough to deposit into my college savings account. In two years when I'm off to college, my parents and I have agreed that they will pay one semester and I'll pay the next...and so on and so on. It'll make it easier on me in the long run -- no debt to worry about in the future. So as you can imagine, I'm trying my hardest to save as much money as I can and not spend too much of it on stupid things. Anyway, that's not really what I wanted to post about today.
As I am typing this my right pinky is pointed directly towards the screen as my mind is silently cursing "Ow!"
I was driving with my dad last night to get some dinner and to collect my new pair of contact lenses. As I got out of the car, I slammed the door and suddenly I felt an intense shooting pain -- my pinky finger was stuck in the door, and I seriously thought it was broke. I turned to look and immediately the pain spread to my brain, and I let out this cry of, "Aah..*bad word, bad word*.." It took less than 3 seconds to turn the lower portion of my fingernail area black as I opened the door and said, "Dad...my finger was caught between the door........" My dad shook his head and went, "Only you would get your finger stuck in a car door..." At that moment we entered the eye glass shop, cold sweat began to appear on my forehead as I felt a little dizzy. Whoa - the finger really hurt. I couldn't even smile - and only managed a soft thank you as I left the shop. When I got home my all-knowing dad looked at it, announced that it's 'not broke' and poured some ointment and asked me to dip my finger inside for several minutes.
One UN-interesting fact about me is that I am very accident-prone, as illustrated in the above example.
When I was 3, I got bit by a dog near the eye. When I was 4, my finger got caught between my nanny's room door. Then, when I was 6, I fell off a monkey bar and dislocated my left elbow and right wrist. My dad didn't bring me to the doctor for the usual sling and cast. Instead he brought me to the Chiropractor who took pleasure in twisting and turning my joints as I cried out in agony. In early elementary school I actually stapled my finger. Also, I burnt a small part of my calf when my leg accidentally got in contact with the hot exhaust pipe of my dad's motorcycle. When I was twelve I cut the upper flesh off my finger tip with a scissors during an Art lesson. In junior high when I began my love affair with sports, I could not even keep track of the number of times I strained my fingers playing volleyball or basketball. The most significant strain I can remember was the time my entire right thumb looked like a huge, blue drumstick. I had my fair share of tripping and falling during games, the most memorable one would be the time I fell and rolled over like a dog - resulting in a big wound on my left knee and right shoulder. I still have the 'battle wounds' to prove it. And yeah, the finger today.
My 'favorite' would be the time when I was about 4, I just randomly fell down while walking at the outside of my granny's for no apparent reason. I just think that was rather cute.
Those are the few highlighted injuries that have happened to me over the past several years. What is there to say? Wear a helmet and all those knee and elbow pads when I go out? I.Don't.Think.So.