I have never claimed to be clumsy. In fact I have never really understood the proud proclamation some make regarding their status as a klutz. Its like a race to the bottom with these people. However today forced me to ruminate on perhaps changing my accident status to ‘prone’. This morning I woke up, all seemed well, until I stood up and a searing pain radiated from my tailbone. Every little movement exacerbates it in some way. I can’t sit, I can barely walk, bending down – forget about it. I wish I could tell you some cool/brave/harrowing story to go with this injury, but I can’t. The best I can come up with is that I had the cheek get up out of bed today and was therefore punished for my audacity.
This is not the first time I have injured or hurt myself in a way that either defies explanation or logic. Lying prostrate in bed today has given me time to mull over these incidents and forced me to concede that I am in fact *gulp* clumsy.
The following is a list of some of my more severe injuries and the absurd ways I got them…
crying in the bathroom 