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I am a klutz. I have always been a klutz; I come from a family of less-than-graceful folks. I’ve had ex-boyfriends swear my family crest was the handicapped symbol, and R has seen me trip on air. Everyone in my family has injured themselves in unusual ways — one family legend is when I fell off the altar at my grandfather’s funeral. That right there should explain my Master Klutz status!

As of late, I’ve been relatively injury-free — haven’t fallen, slammed any appendages into furniture, walked into walls, nothing. However, that streak got broken with a vengeance this weekend. Friday, as I was packing to go away for the weekend, I caught my foot on something laying on the floor — I first fell into the bed, then hit the nightstand while sliding off the bed. I smashed my elbow and my butt — my elbow’s mostly okay, but I have a Texas-sized bruise on my rear. :P

We stayed at R’s parent’s house in Connecticut on Friday and Saturday nights. Saturday, we got up early and went out on his parent’s boat — we sailed around during the day, then watched fireworks from the Long Island Sound that night. (Pictures to come!) The day was awesome — riiiiight until we got home, and I went to get into bed. It was late. We were sleeping on a hide-a-bed in their family room, and as I was walking to avoid the bed, I smashed my knee into the corner of a glass-topped table. The glass came out about two inches from the table on all sides — I saw the table, but completely missed the glass. R says he heard my “shit!” from the upstairs bathroom…and I got a nice scrape and purple bruise on my knee.

Just call me Gimps McGee!

The best was yet to come! We were visiting a friend in the hospital yesterday afternoon, so we were taking the train from Connecticut to Manhattan, dropping our things off at our apartment, and then going out to Long Island. We were running a little late for the train — we made it to the station with only a few minutes to spare. As I was trying to get out of the back seat of the car, R closed the front door of the car…on my foot. We still have no idea how my foot got in the way. We literally had no time to do anything about it, so I gimped through the New Haven station, gimped up the stairs, gimped onto the train, where we popped my sneaker and saw that my big toe was starting to swell. I tried to keep it elevated all the way home.

Unfortunately, there was no time at all to ice it during the day, so by last night, most of my toe was a nice maroon color. Even the underside of my toe got purple. :( R didn’t realize just how bad I’d nailed it until he saw the bruising — he’s feeling a little guilty about this, even though it was totally NOT his fault. Meantime, I have no shoes that are comfortable…and we’re seeing Rush at Jones Beach tonight. :P Waaaaaa!