Nick calls me "The Queen of Freak Accidents." And rightfully so.
I suppose it started when I was a child and ran into my mom in the kitchen while she was holding boiling water. I still have a scar on my arm from that one.
Falling over the hurdles running high school track still leaves me with a bad knee. Next time I will not compete while sick with pneumonia.
While waiting tables, I managed to burn my arm (conveniently not the same arm as from before) while serving a sizzling steak. That one hurt for awhile and I still have a lovely scar to prove it.
One of my favorites occurred right after I had Caleb. I slipped on our driveway while getting the mail. Okay, so perhaps wearing flip-flops in the rain on cement was not the most genius idea, but who new it could be so bad? I fell in such a way that I sprained my arm (terrific timing while nursing and changing a newborn) and scraped the top of my foot. It took forever to heal and yes, there is still a scar.
Just last week, I was carrying Abby out of a friend's house and tripped on a slight step in the driveway. My natural instinct as a mom forced me to keep my arms around my daughter so that the full force of the fall landed on my knees. Yep-black and blue bruises on my knees.
Which leads to this past weekend. I was opening the mail, was looking at a Christmas card, went to scratch an itch on my nose and the card went directly into my eye.
Okay, so I guess I really do deserve the title Nick has given me.
After a painful night of no sleep, I went to the ER in the morning and found out that it was true-I had a lovely cut in the middle of my eye. I was told some vicotin would help with the pain while my eye healed-too bad I am nursing a twelve-week old who might object to that in his system.
And now here I sit, finally a little pain free, yet still quite scary looking with my blurry, red eye. I cannot wait to find out what happens next.
Actually, I can wait.