Mixed Moss

If I were to describe myself at this moment, phrases like “bumbling idiot,” “clumsy oaf,” and “hopeless klutz” would be what came to mind.

Just in case I am not enough of a burden on my family, I have to double the fun. I was down in Clifton today for a few hours, just to pick up a few things that I forgot when I came home after my surgery. While I was there I managed to trip over a back pack and sprain my ankle– on the side which I didn’t have surgery on. :-\ It really is a mystery to me how I get through life in one piece sometimes. I woke my roommates up at 9am with the sounds of an extremely loud thud and slightly less loud crying. Poor Cara hadn’t even known I was home, and there I am in the hallway blubbering and giggling rather hysterically at the same time. My father got there to pick me up just then and he took me home.

My dad says that it is not uncommon to injur something else in your body when one joint is injured, because you favor the injured joint and that throws your body mechanics off. He says in baseball, pitchers will quite frequently throw out an arm if they’ve injured an ankle. I think he’s just being nice, though. Then he reminded me of Paul Nichols, a former Jr. High Youth Pastor whom we have both volunteered under at Vineyard Community Church in Sharonville, who (from all of his crazy stories) was as much an inveterate klutz when he was a kid as I am now, and once broke both of his arms at once. Then he took me out to lunch. He really is a pretty great guy, is my dad.

I have to laugh and sigh at the same time. It really is far to cold out to have to be icing down both feet for swelling. LOL!

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