That word, clumsy? It doesn't look right. And now saying it in my head, it doesn't sound right. Nevertheless, clumsy I am, and I don't think that's ever going to change. If I haven't grown out of it by 28 and 11 months, I don't think there's much hope.
For instance, yesterday I bit it hard in the street at work. I was going to my car to run and get lunch (Subway, which for some reason hit the spot. I seem to have broken the Chipotle spell, at least for now. Although now, talking about Chipotle makes me want it. Sigh.) and something happened, and I was on the ground, sprawled in a very ungainly position. Somehow, I turned my ankle in the process, and am rather gimpy today. And actually, it's not my ankle that hurts, but my foot. Specifically the inside arch on my left foot. It's preventing me from putting weight on it, which means I look completely stupid walking. Which only compounds the stupidness I feel knowing that pretty much the entire campus watched me lose my shit and tumble so elegantly (snort) to the pavement. I did pick myself up quickly and just go, and there were no tears, which if you know me, is rather impressive.
I have this tendency to injure myself like this. I don't even know why I fell; whenever I say "Ow" and Sam asks what's wrong, how did it happen?, I usually have to tell him I don't know. Because in general, I usually don't know. These things happen to fast to process what the actual process of the injury was. One time, I bumped my head on the garage door at my mom's house. But get this: the garage door was going up. It hurt a LOT, the kind of hurt that brings immediate tears to your eyes with no effort. The kind of tears that are 100% spontaneous. I still have no freaking clue how you can bump your head on a garage door going up, but I managed it.
Yes, I'm a champion clutz. With my own body. I'm not really very bad when it comes to knocking things over. I don't generally disturb the space around me, that is. Just me. Sometimes I just...stumble. Nothing around me. I'm not so very coordinated, how about that? I don't think I've quite mastered my feet. It's utterly ridiculous. I have two pairs of pants (one green, one khaki) that trip me almost every time I wear them, if I have to high step over something in them. Apparently, my feet cannot manage cuffed capris and a high step. I've nearly killed myself at least a half dozen times in them, which is why I don't wear them while sitting around at home anymore. Better to just wear something safe, like pajama pants. Although, I've used those as deadly weapons too. Clean tile floor + flannel pajama pants = certain death. I've luckily never fallen on said tile floor, but it's been close, I'll tell you.
All this is to say, I'm not very steady on my feet today. Ouch. It hurts to walk. I suck at walking.
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