Clumsiness is not that new to me.
I have been accused of this social faux pas since childhood.
So at the age of four I was sent to ballet lessons, which I did love and that was enhanced to toe and tap, acrobatics and jazz dance lessens and even a short spurt of ballroom with boys!
I did attend classes for eight solid years and then on and off periodically through my older teens and even until after marriage and having young children, estimated twelve years total when all was said and done.
My idea of fun exercise along with race walking. I had piano and dance recitals with my dance and piano teachers doing both together, they were a lot of fun.
Although, I showed grace while dancing it never corrected my issues with clumsiness.
I also enjoyed figure skating too during the same time period.
And although I could do jumps and spins and backwards and forwards etc. on the ice, my foolish attempts of gaining too extreme heights with split like jumps I proved to have a difficulty with and fell and injured my back so severely on vacation that at one point I could not get out of bed due to my legs not cooperating. Being on vacation and about fifteen at the time I stayed in bed resting until I was better and fortunately I was. I seem to recall my parents calling a doctor to the room and some type of liniment was applied.
Now, recently again with having Multiple Sclerosis I have had good and bad days with my hands dropping things, tripping over things that aren't there and all sorts of fun and exciting never knowing what will happen next type days.
Those I can handle and have for these last nine years since diagnosed, making my clumsiness now have an excuse.
The thing that has been happening too often lately that is disturbing to me and Hubby is me cutting myself, twice this week alone with the same pairing knife!
It's true the first time could be racked up to stupidity, guilty for that too over the years.
Any-who the first cut into my left hand was due to trying to cut into the shrink wrap on my B plus vitamins; would you believe that it happened due to me missing?
And tonight it was my right numb the same thumb I sliced with a mandolin a few years ago, and same hand with this recent dog bite, this time I was just washing that same pairing knife, just washing it really!
I got me good.
But I am also getting good at procedure/protocol, paper towel folded to stop bleeding with extremity raised, then apply polysporin and band aid, done. No antiseptic needed since I was in soapy water.
I don't like this latest cutting problem that is accidental but too often just the same, my hands look like a commercial for band-aids these days.Only good that came from this is that I have been banished from the kitchen and dish washing!
On this note of trying hard to find the upside to even the most outlandish things in life, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you to have a very happy good night and ask all of you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages with you know whom and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
I have been accused of this social faux pas since childhood.
So at the age of four I was sent to ballet lessons, which I did love and that was enhanced to toe and tap, acrobatics and jazz dance lessens and even a short spurt of ballroom with boys!
I did attend classes for eight solid years and then on and off periodically through my older teens and even until after marriage and having young children, estimated twelve years total when all was said and done.
My idea of fun exercise along with race walking. I had piano and dance recitals with my dance and piano teachers doing both together, they were a lot of fun.
Although, I showed grace while dancing it never corrected my issues with clumsiness.
I also enjoyed figure skating too during the same time period.
And although I could do jumps and spins and backwards and forwards etc. on the ice, my foolish attempts of gaining too extreme heights with split like jumps I proved to have a difficulty with and fell and injured my back so severely on vacation that at one point I could not get out of bed due to my legs not cooperating. Being on vacation and about fifteen at the time I stayed in bed resting until I was better and fortunately I was. I seem to recall my parents calling a doctor to the room and some type of liniment was applied.
Now, recently again with having Multiple Sclerosis I have had good and bad days with my hands dropping things, tripping over things that aren't there and all sorts of fun and exciting never knowing what will happen next type days.
Those I can handle and have for these last nine years since diagnosed, making my clumsiness now have an excuse.
The thing that has been happening too often lately that is disturbing to me and Hubby is me cutting myself, twice this week alone with the same pairing knife!
It's true the first time could be racked up to stupidity, guilty for that too over the years.
Any-who the first cut into my left hand was due to trying to cut into the shrink wrap on my B plus vitamins; would you believe that it happened due to me missing?
And tonight it was my right numb the same thumb I sliced with a mandolin a few years ago, and same hand with this recent dog bite, this time I was just washing that same pairing knife, just washing it really!
I got me good.
But I am also getting good at procedure/protocol, paper towel folded to stop bleeding with extremity raised, then apply polysporin and band aid, done. No antiseptic needed since I was in soapy water.
I don't like this latest cutting problem that is accidental but too often just the same, my hands look like a commercial for band-aids these days.Only good that came from this is that I have been banished from the kitchen and dish washing!
On this note of trying hard to find the upside to even the most outlandish things in life, allow me to be the very first to wish all of you to have a very happy good night and ask all of you to kindly count all your blessings and share all your overages with you know whom and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!
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