Sometimes you really need to trust that you know your own body. While getting hurt isn’t something that I “like,” I’m telling this story anyway.
I may have mentioned before that I’m clumsy. Really clumsy. As in, one of my mom’s favorite phrases is “Lauren trips over lint.” I run into things all the time, so much so that Boyfriend bought little foam pads to put on the edges of our bed. Seriously. Usually when I do something clumsy and painful, Boyfriend will say, “Are you okay?” and if it looks like I’m upset, he’ll be very sweet and get me whatever I need to heal my injuries. But because I’m SO clumsy, people have started to worry less and less when they hear “Ow!”
Case in point: Me vs. the Boots and the Blanket
So yesterday was a pretty crappy day, and I only had 30 minutes to get in the house, change, work out and change AGAIN before going to Trivia. I kicked off my high boots and got into my workout gear as quickly as possible and then left to hang out with the Wii U Fit for 20 minutes. After working out, I came back into the room, decided against wearing the boots out, settled for sneakers instead and hurried out the door.
Fast forward a few hours to the 5 minutes I had before watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (a Wednesday night tradition during the new season in our house). Boyfriend’s Valentine’s Day present had arrived earlier that day, and I thought I’d check it out before the show started. I had set it on my dresser earlier, so I made my way through the narrow passage between our bed and Boyfriend’s dresser to get to my dresser.
My foot first caught one of the boots that I had not bothered to put away, and then I slid on the flannel blanket upon which the boots were lying. I tried grabbed for the dresser (missed), the quilt rack (missed) and the sewing table (missed). Finally, I came down onto the hardwood floor with a THUD. Actually, though, it wasn’t that loud of a thud but it sure felt like it. Tears sprang to my eyes and my knee started to throb. I was stuck in the narrow passageway, and I tried to get up several times. Finally, I pushed myself up and walked slowly into the living room.
Boyfriend saw that I was upset and I told him what happened. To his credit, he gave me a sad face, kissed me and asked if I was okay. I said I was and I showed him my knee, which looked fine. He offered me some ibuprofen in case it started to swell (which I took), but after falling and bumping into things on a regular basis, I think that he can’t go to a Level 5 worrying every time I say that I’m hurt.
Anyway, my knee continued to hurt but I shook it off and went to sleep. Fast forward again to this morning, and there was a HUGE purple bruise on my knee. I wanted to hop out of bed and yell “A-HA!” First of all, I didn’t hop because I was in pain, but also, I don’t know who I was “A-HA”ing at! Nobody said that I wasn’t hurt, but I think that after so many non-injuries, I felt vindicated that this time, when I knew I was hurt more, I was right. So, cue Elliot Reid:
Have you ever had one of those moments?