I blog about lifestyle and beauty and I am a klutz. A line that sounds a lot like one of those AA session introductions. The only difference is that, getting handed with one of those shiny medallion chips or sobriety coins for having made it a month from not tripping or getting a booboo, for me, is far fetched. To cut the long story short, let’s just say, I trip, hit my elbow or whatever on a daily basis. It is something I have kind of gotten used to and have grown to live with.
I have also noticed that my tripping incidents become so close together when my hormones go berserk during my time of the month. PMS does this to me. Minor bruises, trip here and there are my usual route.
But nothing has quite prepared me for something like this – photo taken June 2011 (1 week old Shin Scar)
Because I would like to consider myself to be a reasonable person, I try to figure out why I klutz away through my daily grind. I surmise that it has a lot to do with my being an action person. Because I tend to follow through on what I think of doing, I oftentimes get ahead of myself and there goes the accidents I most often have to deal with. Ouch!
Nothing major as my shin skin scraping off that night in June 2011. It was crazy painful! But I am actually thankful enough that I was wearing PJs then. Else, I could have scraped myself to the bone! Yikes! And that was right inside our very own backyard.
Here’s much I can tell, for a moment there, I really felt like I saw stars and birds circling my head on impact. It happened during the time when the rain was pouring hard. So screaming for help wouldn’t have done me any good. It was also too owie to let out a scream! I struggled to get up and helped myself as I limped my way back to the house. It was crazy for me to go out and walk in the dark anyway. What was I thinking!
I am not surprised to find out that my accidents are not particularly limited to the four corners of the house. Apparently, a klutz is designed to have this innate ability to tumble, trip and tumble all over again regardless of my location – for as long as the pull of gravity is present. Above is an instagram post I uploaded April of last year when my family and I were in Vietnam. For lack of heart of posting a photo of my scraped knee right above the shin that was scraped just the year before, I just uploaded a photo of the solution we bought from a local Saigon drugstore. I was taking photos (as any tourist would) along 23/9 Park in District 1 of Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam, when I totally lost my balance for no reason. I don’t think anyone can be klutzier than that.
And with the hope that the odds of tripping in a foreign land might not be that high, I did not arm myself with any sort of first aid anything (so irresponsible- I know!). We were only visiting Vietnam and Cambodia for a little over a week, for one anyway. You see, even a klutz can hope. The sting from that Vietnamese Providone-Iodine solution I got hold of that day, made me promise to myself, that I will never assume or presume, let alone hope. Yes, the sting was pretty bad.