As you all know I’m pretty BIG on countdowns and marking important milestones. And as luck would have it, today is exactly ONE YEAR from when I did this to my face:
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| Face, Meet Pavement: A Bicycle Tale |
Obviously this is notable enough. However when you also take into account that in December, only 11 months prior, I gave myself a black eye on the other side it’s an even bigger accomplishment to have made it through a year.
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| Punching Whistler With My Face |
I was really hoping two black eyes meant I was done – I have two eyes, I blackened both of them in one year, I should be good to go, right??? But the saying goes that bad things come in 3’s, so I felt the curse would only be lifted if I could make it a full year without suffering another catastrophic faceplant (as my Dad says, “Stop leading with your face!”)!
*Knock on wood* that I get through the rest of today, but I’m pretty sure I’ve weathered this storm. The same cannot be said, however, for my fabulous coworker and friend Shanon. As proof that I am clearly a bad influence on myself and those around me, Shanon seems to have inherited my knack for accidental self-harm. Over the weekend she fell off the top of a bunk bed (volunteering at a Girl Scout Camp no less!) and broke her foot.
In three places.
According to the doctors the bones are just…floating around in there.
Gross? Absolutely! Here see for yourself!
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| Is that a foot, or a giant purple squid with toes? |
Please join me in wishing Shanon a quick and relatively pain-free recovery!
