Athleticism And I

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by Mischief4Life

by Mischief4Life

Hey there Mischief Makers Mine,

So Let's just get this out there. I am in NO way, shape, or form athletic. The gene skipped me completely and totally so it is not a surprise that I've been hurt so many times. Not to mention I am a complete klutz. Honestly, I wonder how I have managed to not break a bone yet. Ooo......let's make a list of all the injuries I've sustained (serious):

1) I was about five at the time and was walking around my uncle's room barefoot. Mind you, I didn't realize this was a moronic thing to do until after but still. Anyway, I was searching for the game system he had said was in there as it was a means to keeping I and my cousin busy but I seemed on a nail and it tore open my big toe, resulting in stitches. That had sucked big time.

2) Almost broke my nose once when I was younger by getting challenged to cross the monkey bars. Not something you would think would cause an injury but my challenger went the same time i did. He was using the side while I used the actual bars. When he fell off he grabbed onto my legs and wouldn't let go which caused me to slip off the bars. I was unable to catch myself in time and hit face first on the ground. I was seven

3) Again, same time period as above, I once almost cut my thumb off trying to peel an apple. I wanted to make an apple and peanut butter sandwich and to do so I needed to peel an apple and cut it up. My parents were sleeping so i decided to peel it myself. Instead what happen was I sliced my finger to the bone and just about cut it off. This lead to a second ER visit.

4) I was eight this time and a daredevil (or so I told myself). I was biking around my grandmother's neighborhood and went up this real steep hill. Being my (not so) daring self, I rode full pelt down the hill and through this large puddle of water that had collected near the base of one of the old Pecan trees near my grandma's house. You're probably thinking how did that lead to an injury? Well, I hadn't counted on the hole in the ground that was hidden due to the large puddle of water. I hit, flipped over my bike and hit my head seriously hard on the ground. Thankfully, I didn't split it open but I was a bit concussed for awhile. The worse part of this whole endeavor? My mother, grandmother, and aunt (all whom were instead the house) couldn't stop laughing at the sight of me drenched head to toe in water. It didn't matter that I was crying, they thought the entire fracking thing was hilarious.

5) When I was eleven, my mom was in the military and so I attended a school on the military base. I also went to an after-school center which is were my next injury occurred. I stood up from a seated position and my vision blurred out. This entire thing freaked me out but instead of waiting like a normal person for it to clear up, I started walking and tripped over a rug which led to me going head first into a row of cubbies. End result, slight concussion again.

6) This one wasn't all my fault. Same center and age as 5, I was horsing around with some friends, covering a friend with these giant bean bag time things and laying on top of it to keep him from moving, when he kicked out and I fell back and hit my head on a table. I cut my head open and again, another concussion.

7) So things calmed down until my eight grade year (huge apologies to my foreign friends as I'm not sure what year it would be for you guys so if one of y'all could help me out I would be grateful) when I injured my knee playing badminton (Thus why I hate it and other tennis related games). I actually injured it so bad that for a second before the xrays came back, the doctor thought I'd broken it. I don't know about y'all but just that sentence 'you may have broken your kneecap' is enough to send me into a panic. Thankfully it was just a small fracture and bruised. a few weeks in a knee brace and on crutches fixed me right up.

8) I chipped my clavicle falling down some stairs at school. Freshman year (again apologies to my foreign friends), I was walking down some stairs and slipped in some water and the end result was a chipped clavicle. Two weeks in a sling and I was straight. This just taught me to pay better attention to my surroundings

9) This time this was my fault completely. I like to think of this injury as Karma biting me in the ass for being a bitch. I was a Sophmore at the time and working out with my dad in hopes of getting into better shape. We were doing a cardio routine, well going to anyway, but I had decided to make fun of the girl in the video and copied the way she took her sweater off but I snapped my arm out too sharply and pulled my deltoid muscle. This resulted in another two weeks in a sling.

10) Double digits already. Anyway, this time I sprained my ankle when I stepped down wrong on the stairs and fell. I was on crutches for three weeks.

11) Then I was on crutches for jamming my big toe into a door frame after running way from my dad who threatened to throw out my stereo.

12) The next time I was on crutches was when I walking home from school and fell into a hole and tearing the ligament on the inside of my ankle. In my defense the hole was behind a large rock so I didn't see it as I stepped over the rock and into the hole. That resulted in a walking boot, and crutches for four weeks. I was not happy.

13) Finally, this brings me to my last one. Being very reminiscent of my daredevil days (Did I tell you that that had been a bad idea cause it was), I had a habit of biking one or sometimes no handed and I was good at it. So it was nothing out of the ordinary for me to bike to work with one hand on my handlebars and the other wrapped around a drink (the non-alcoholic kind). What WAS unusual was my bike hitting a rock and me falling off and sliding. Because I hit knee- first, I and the coworkers who had seen me, were concerned. This hadn't been the first time I'd injured my knee (opposite knee this time though) and I knew how serious this time of thing was. It didn't help that I had trouble walking on it. So two crews of seriously sexy emergency responders (military and civilian) and one ambulance trip later, I was released to my parents who'd come to take me home from my trip to the hospital. I was once more in a leg brace and crutches. This time it was only for two weeks since I'd had my exam done then and the doc had cleared me for activity. Unfortunately this meant that I lost two weeks of work since couldn't work on crutches and the knee brace.

Alrighty, well, there is my list of injuries and the reason I stay away from physical activity (mostly.) Tell me what you think below. And yes, I am well aware that I am a Klutz. Please do not use any of these situations in a story without at least asking permission first. My life isn't something I like blasted out there without prior knowledge. It will be a yes either way I just like to know.

-Ciao Babes,

Michief4Life