random thoughts – Day 1,837 – (Friday) – household hazards

For the last day of being on the driving restriction, my arm was letting itself be made aware of. The scar is really sensitive, the arm feels tired and overworked from the shoulder to my fingers, my wrist is larger than it used to be and my metal bracelet watch doesn’t fit right now. There are twinges from my pinky finger down the outer edge of my arm and in my thumb. The body that the arm is attached to also feels tired. I keep reminding myself it was just six weeks and a couple days that the wrist was broken, but dang it feels like a lot longer.

Dangerous furniture.

Tonight, a new layer was added. I bent over to plug in the phone charger into the power strip from a different angle than usual. When I stood up, I hit the top of my head on the very pointy corner of the bookcase. I saw stars. It hurt like crazy. Then, in less than five minutes, it was like it never happened, which was okay with me. 

There are certain challenges with a lifetime of being a klutz. Everyday household items can become lethal weapons and walking into things happens so frequently, it barely registers in my brain. A day or two later, I’ll being rolling back the mental tape, trying to recall what happened to leave the bruise on the knee, the hip, or the arm. They could (and do) come from almost anything really – the doorway, corner of the table/buffet/bookcase, underside of the desk.

I once punched myself in the face pulling the blankets up while in bed and had a bruise for days. Decades ago, I pulled a groin muscle moving a full case of paper with my foot. Earlier this week I dropped a metal spatula which landed on-edge on the top of my foot, and nearly burned both hands removing a bowl of soup from the microwave. 

Really, almost everything is a potential danger. It’s feeling like it’s time to start working on some bubble wrap outfits and inflatable furniture.