Notice: If you are squeamish about injuries, you might want to stop reading here. I don’t go into much detail, but I do mention some examples. Disclaimers are also very good marketing tactics to get people even more interested in the story. Just saying.
When I was but a wee lad, I got hurt all the time. I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I was incessantly active. Maybe I had underdeveloped motor skills. Or maybe I was just plain unlucky.
I think possibilities one and three caused the brunt of my injuries. In elementary school, even preschool and kindergarten, I remember visiting the nurse/room where they keep the injured kids very, very frequently.
I still remember those forms they filled out, the ice packs, the posters on allergies and heat stroke, the bathroom, and the cotton swabs and band aids. I always brought home a pink copy of the accident forms, to the dismay of my parents.
I’ve had some pretty bad injuries over the years. Starting with a downhill flip on a tricycle during preschool that sent me to the ER, I’ve probably had one big accident every year.
I’ve been mauled by dogs, had my tooth knocked out by a baseball, and have scars all over my knees. Stitches are very familiar to me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost a good amount of brain cells from head injuries playing sports.
For some odd reason, by the time I hit middle school, I stopped getting hurt. I was just as active, played as many sports, but maybe my bad luck finally took a better turn.
Sure, I’ve still gotten hurt over recent years, including some nasty spills on my bike that took out chunks of my hand (some of you can attest to this), but thankfully, for the large part, I haven’t had any major accidents.
At this point, I feel as if I’m just setting myself up for something bad. So I am going to think positive thoughts, thank God for looking out, and knock on wood.
Knocking on wood at randomtidbitsofthought.wordpress.com.