looking back I can easily remember many times I have injured myself. one time i was riding my bike and a bug landed on my foot, so as the bike is still rolling i somehow manage to perfectly time the flinging of my leg with the passing of an oak tree.... needless to say i broke all the toes on my right foot.
another time i ran into the corner of a wall in the house and managed to break a few toes on my left foot.
i was riding my bike one time with a friend, and happened upon a seizure. i dont remember a thing, except waking up in the ambulance and seeing a huge needle in my arm and passing out again. i dont even remember anything in the hospital or leaving the hospital. BUT i do know that i got a lot of food and gift baskets from neighbors - CHACHING!
this is not a clumsy experience, but rather an immensely painful one - the day i had kidney stones. i was pretty sure i was approaching death as i somehow crawled to my parents bedroom and told them i was dying. another night at the hospital. another romantic relationship with morphine.
many times, while turning the pages of music while playing the piano, i have accidentally knocked down the key cover onto my left hand that was still playing.
one time i decided i could conquer a huge hill on rollerblades. i was rolling with the wind beneath my wings, when i realized that i was heading into a culdesac, where i could either run into the door of a man's garage, as he was sitting in his front yard, or i could try to turn.... i tried to turn, and i ended up with flaps of skin hanging off both of my knees. i had to wear BIG white bandages on them for weeks.
many a times i have fallen up stares.
i guess what i am trying to sum up here is that my life is a Pink song:
I'm a hazard to myself
