On Clumsiness & Silly Injuries

I get hurt a lot.

I'm clumsy, and though I don't feel like I'm especially uncoordinated, I tend to injure myself in the strangest ways. ALL THE TIME.

Take moving day for example...

Injury no. 1: While carrying a big box into the house, I smashed my left hand into the banister, resulting in a full hand bruise, as shown below. I'm just glad I didn't actually break a finger or my hand, but the bruising is pretty nasty. It hurts to make a fist or wiggle my fingers.

Injury no. 2: Gauged my leg on the corner of a box, just a bit of skin taken off, not too much blood.

Injury no. 3: While trying to move an electrical cord out of the way, I crawled along the floor and reached to push the cord into the corner, hitting eye on the corner of the bedside table. Now it's a bit swollen and red, but doesn't look as bad as it feels.

I also stubbed my toe in the car (go figure) and broke a toenail, got a splinter loading shelves, and pinched my arm trying to push two bookshelves together.

Seriously. This is my life all the time. I have NO idea how I've never broken a major bone or been seriously injured the point of needing a hospital visit. I've had my share of broken toes/fingers, but nothing that actually necessitated a cast or stitches.

My partner is so used to my constant injuries. He just gives me a sympathetic look, smiles... and gets a bag of ice or a band-aid.

I also break a lot of stuff -- dropping it, somehow knocking items off shelves, tripping over whatnots. The phrase this is why we can't have nice things is uttered A LOT within our walls.

Anyone else walk through life, accident after injury after bruise? I barely even bat an eye when it happens now... I'm not even surprised. Ever have that feeling?

Update, 5:02pm: I just ran around outside with the dog, stepped on a rock, and now my foot is gushing blood. See. Told you.