The day after I arrived in Ger, I played with a kitten and hurt my back.
The next day, I slammed my thumb in the door.
Two days later, I accidentally fell off of the sidewalk.
About three days after that, I walked through the dining room, started singing along to music that was playing, stumbled over a step going into the bathroom and almost knocked my teeth out on a doorknob.
But yesterday I took things to a whole new level.
Gretchen, Dan, Alasdair, Elodie, and I piled into the car to go to the grocery store in Flers. After a 20 minute drive, we pulled into the parking garage and we started getting out of the car.
It was then that I somehow tripped myself getting out, slammed my leg into Alasdair's booster seat, and fell out of the car. I put my hand out to catch myself on the car door, but that caused the door to swing open with incredible force and collide with the neighboring car- resulting in a stranger's dinged car and bruise on my thigh. After turning around to see what all the loud noise and commotion was about, Gretchen gave me a look of like 'WHO ARE YOU!?!?'. I sulked into the grocery store and tried not to fall flat on my face.
I've never been described as 'graceful' but this incident yesterday was freaky-bad, like I've been taking some nasty drugs or drinking myself silly. These past few weeks have been like a scene from The Three Stooges. Since it's just me being a spaz, however, I guess it's 'The One Stooge'.
Being scientifically minded, I tried to find a common thread among all the incidents that have resulted in injury or near-injury. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find any common denominator except, well, me.
Someone do me a favor and cover me in bubble wrap. I need it.
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