In which I get my ass handed to me by an inanimate object

[kellinator]

As most of you already know, I am one clumsy klutz. I do things like fall out of chairs at margarita_fri and bust my ass on a regular basis (though 10dimensions says that wasn't my fault). When I was a teenager, I once fell up the stairs. I'm constantly coming up with bumps and bruises that I don't even remember how I got. I may have a great immune system, but my picture is in the dictionary next to "accident-prone." (And I come by it honest, too. My mom was once voted "clumsiest" at her workplace.)

But even by my standards, yesterday hurt.

I was in the mail room area, dropping off some books, and out in la-la land and not really paying attention, and I walked smack into the stamp machine.

The impact sent me reeling. (Wow, that sentence makes it sound like so much bigger a deal than it really was.) I'm surprised I didn't scream as I went flying. I hit the little part of the machine that sticks out, the part where you put your quarters, with my upper right arm. It hit so hard that there are now two large, angry red imprint marks running across my arm, and it's starting to swell. It hasn't turned purple yet, but it's only a matter of time.

So, you think I've got a case for workman's comp?

Comments

[polychromatic22.livejournal.com]

I once fell in a 2 by 3 foot area. I stumbled. How I had room to stumble I really don't know. My GM was watching me and showed remarkable restraint by first asking if I was okay and *then* laughing her ass off and calling everyone in the office to see what I did.

It was right up there with walking right into the skinny part of the door (yano, where the actual latching mechanism for doors are, the sandwich in between the front and back of the door), walking into the middle of the couch and other amazing Janel stunts.

[kellinator.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sometimes people get confused and think we clumsy people exist for their amusement... ;)