So as I believe I mentioned in a previous post, I had a bit of a 4th of July mishap and absolutely destroyed my knee. Since then, and with the help of tons of Neosporin, my little knee has been working night and day to make some brand spankin' new skin. (I had completely forgotten what a pain in the neck [or knee] skinned knees are!)
Well, let me just say that as my knee has healed (it's about 90% okay now) I've rediscovered just how much new skin itches. I mean, seriously...it's almost unbearable at times. And if I make the grave mistake of beginning to scratch one little part, the whole thing explodes in a deadly mixture of pleasure/itchy agony and I can barely stop scratching.
Given this little reminder, a random thought crossed my mind: newborn babies, with all that brand new skin, must be the itchiest creatures on the entire planet!!!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Why growing up isn't always a bad thing
When I was younger, I could have definitely been described as a "tomboy" most of the time...I played sports, I wasn't into "girly" things like dolls or fashion, and I wound up with plenty of skinned knees and multiple bruises. Sure, it probably didn't help that I was a major klutz, but not all of my injuries were due to my inability to stay on my feet. I suppose I should consider myself lucky in that my worst injuries were sprained ankles, a dislocated knee and a few trips to the doctor for stitches.
Fortunately, as I've grown up, I've gotten much more coordinated...and while I'm still a kid at heart (e.g., my weekly kickball league), I'm a bit more feminine too. You wouldn't have known that yesterday though. No. Yesterday, I attended a 4th of July bash in Neptune Beach. It was a pretty nice day - not too hot, plenty of drinks, tasty food, etc. Later in the afternoon, a little storm rolled through...and this is where my day went downhill...fast.
A large group of us were gathered under a tent in the driveway when I decided to make a dash for the stairs and get inside and out of the rain. Unfortunately, at the same time I was making that choice in my head, the girl next to me decided to squash over to give her friend room on the other side. Disaster! As I was making my dash, I tripped over her foot and went down in an unladylike heap of embarrassment and shame. As if falling weren't enough, I also successfully removed the top couple layers of skin on my right knee, scraped the side of my left knee, gashed my right elbow, scraped my left hand, and somehow semi-demolished the big toe on my left foot. Oh yea...and then I skidded back into one of the bbq grills...fortunately it didn't rain embers down on me (clearly the only plus side to this whole thing).
Awesome, right? Then, while everyone stood staring at me, only ONE person made a move to help me up and ask if I was okay. Clearly I was not. I then became the spectacle to behold in one of the upstairs bedrooms...some sweet girl I barely knew trying to clean up my gashes, my good Samaritan gathering up the bloody towels, while many others stood gawking at me from the doorway. (As an aside, whoever created alcohol wipes is an asshole...those things HURT!!!) I made my exit soon thereafter...partly so I could get properly cleaned up at home and partly so everyone else could be free to make fun of "that girl" without me being there to witness it.
Not exactly a fabulous 4th...and definitely a clear illustration of why growing up and skipping the skinned knees is a good thing!
Fortunately, as I've grown up, I've gotten much more coordinated...and while I'm still a kid at heart (e.g., my weekly kickball league), I'm a bit more feminine too. You wouldn't have known that yesterday though. No. Yesterday, I attended a 4th of July bash in Neptune Beach. It was a pretty nice day - not too hot, plenty of drinks, tasty food, etc. Later in the afternoon, a little storm rolled through...and this is where my day went downhill...fast.
A large group of us were gathered under a tent in the driveway when I decided to make a dash for the stairs and get inside and out of the rain. Unfortunately, at the same time I was making that choice in my head, the girl next to me decided to squash over to give her friend room on the other side. Disaster! As I was making my dash, I tripped over her foot and went down in an unladylike heap of embarrassment and shame. As if falling weren't enough, I also successfully removed the top couple layers of skin on my right knee, scraped the side of my left knee, gashed my right elbow, scraped my left hand, and somehow semi-demolished the big toe on my left foot. Oh yea...and then I skidded back into one of the bbq grills...fortunately it didn't rain embers down on me (clearly the only plus side to this whole thing).
Awesome, right? Then, while everyone stood staring at me, only ONE person made a move to help me up and ask if I was okay. Clearly I was not. I then became the spectacle to behold in one of the upstairs bedrooms...some sweet girl I barely knew trying to clean up my gashes, my good Samaritan gathering up the bloody towels, while many others stood gawking at me from the doorway. (As an aside, whoever created alcohol wipes is an asshole...those things HURT!!!) I made my exit soon thereafter...partly so I could get properly cleaned up at home and partly so everyone else could be free to make fun of "that girl" without me being there to witness it.
Not exactly a fabulous 4th...and definitely a clear illustration of why growing up and skipping the skinned knees is a good thing!
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