So I'm a little accident prone

Don’t Google the words Image and Accident Prone together. Yuck. Not good. Just be happy that I did it for you.

So I’m accident prone. The tally for this year: a concussion and massive contusion that is 4 months old on my hip from a ski accident, a bruised tail bone from a bike accident yesterday, untold cuts and burns from kitchen accidents, a chipped kneecap from a slipping on wet pavement in my super cute and super slick soled boots and wait, that’s not really all that bad 7 months into the year. By this time last year I’d broken my arm.

There is a picture of me as a ten year old, grinning happily from my perch on a bar stool. My knees and shins tell another story. They look like camo, with their bruises in alarming shaded of purple, blue, yellow and black. Back then I probably did what I do now: rush around heedless of my limbs, my mind on other things as I navigate stairs, furniture and sports. I once broke my toe jumping up to answer the phone. Another time I stood up from putting on my shoes and knocked myself out on the open cupboard door right above my head.

My husband normally finds it amusing, once he’s ascertained that no, we don’t need to go to the ER and no, I’m not in pain. He’s gotten used to calls at the office that start out, “I’m alright but I just cut my finger.” Or tripped or fell off a ladder. Or tried out my nephew’s skateboard which is much harder than it looks.

One would hope that with age comes a certain amount of wisdom and dignity but at 50 I’m fresh off my latest accident and wondering when the wisdom will kick in.

Maybe I need to slow down.

Ha! Like that will happen.