Well yesterday I was sitting at the computer desk helping Cliff type up an essay for school. My legs were crossed with one up under the other, and apparently one fell asleep (which I didn't know. It had fallen so completely asleep that there wasn't even that pins-n-needles feeling). I went to stand up--completely normal. I didn't get up and jump to my feet. I didn’t step on my ankle wrong. I simply just stood up and put the un-asleep foot out first and then put my other foot down--(I realized then something was wrong with it) and there was absolutely no support. Hardly any of my weight was on it and still it popped! Cliff was across the room and heard it and came over as I fell to the floor.....I couldn't even tell I had sprained it because my ankle was so numb from being asleep.
So my whole point is I have to go to work in a few hours and I am dreading it...because everyone is going to ask what happened, and I have no reply cuz NOTHING happened! I sprained my ankle by standing up...and didn't even twist it!
Now this might now sound so bad, except that my boss at this job is my mom and she (along with the rest of my family...and now Cliff) already make an abundance of fun at how clumsy I am. My mom says my middle name is "Grace"...(which it is not btw). A few weeks ago, I went to work with a huge gash above my eye and had to explain how I had cut myself with a knife to my mom as well as my other co-workers. Cliff had gotten down his knife collection and was showing it to me awhile ago--he was doing all these tricks with different knifes, and there were a few knifes that you fling sideways to open. Well, later on I saw one sitting on the coffee table and decided to try flinging it to open. I pressed the button and flung the knife and the next thing I know, blood is pouring into my eye and my eyelid hurts. I tried to hide it from Cliff, but when he finally needled out what had happened, he burst out laughing and showed me that the knife I had been playing with was a switchblade....so when I had pressed the button, the blade had simply shot up into my forehead. Lovely.
So now I am dreading going to work today with another self-inflicted injury. (and it has only been about 1/2 year since I sprained my ankle the last time by climbing a cliff on the coast!...which my mom was present for) They made so much fun of me last time for the knife thing. On my next time sheet my mom put something and then "Don't play with any more knifes" on the end of her note.
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