Last friday, I did something stupid, even for me. If you don't know already, I'm klutzy. Very dopic. A Walking disaster really. I was balancing my laptop on my knee and holding a piece of chicken in one hand. My laptop started to fall and I quickly moved my hand to catch it. I slammed my right hand on the edge of a table so hard. It got swollen, turned blue and on sunday I went to er. The x-rays showed no breaks, it was just VERY badly bruised. Which means I can't knit or spin or crochet without a shooting pain after a few minutes. So all last week I read. And read. And read. One of the books I read was
The Guernsey literary and potato peel society, which was amazing. Had to be in the top 5 best books I've read this year. If you haven't read it yet, you must. It's so good. Anyway, then Saturday night, I opened the freezer to get some ice cream (cherry Garcia in case you were wondering) and a bucket that was on top of the fridge fell and hit my nose. I woke up Sunday (When the bucket fell, I had been up for almost 24 hours and was tired and it just hurt, I didn't think it was broken) with a lovely swollen nose and black eyes.
I've never had a black eye before and I thought it was cool, but they really didn't look like black eyes. More like I just put some eyeshadow on. It was still pretty neat. Yesterday, I went to my ear, nose and throat doctor and have to get a cat scan to see if it is broken. If you remember, I broke my nose last may too. I'm starting to think I should call this summer "The summer of klutziness".
