I am and always have been a Klutz, a really bad one in fact. In highschool it got to the point where one of my teachers assignened me a papper on the acient greek philosiphers: Crippulus and Hanidcapilus. (he was joking) and another teacher asked my friend in the hallway after I was absent for a class if I fell down the stairs yet again. The really bad thing is when I am in my Klutz moods I don’t just fall, trip or faceplant; I get hurt. Usually only minorly but half the time it is seriously. (if you don’t believe me take a look at my Tales from the ER posts!
But my Klutz-ness struck again last night. I was leaving work at about 11:20 pm about to go home, eat dinner and crash for a few hours until I had to be back at work at 6:30 am, and I am not completely sure what happened as I walked through the parking lot, I stepped into a dip and twisted my ankle really bad, faceplanted down on the asphalt.
It is still swollen and has turned a nice pretty shade of dark purple with green accents.