A confession of a klutz
A klutz, I am. Just found out about the word in QOTH blog, and finally I have a word besides "being clumsy".
I tend to easily hurt myself, I mean I got small bruises all over. One on the waist from that corner of a table, one on elbow for trying not to fall off the stairs, some on thigh that I have no idea from where, even on the cheek after hitting a table (again) while getting up after picking up a pencil from the floor. The one on the cheek that I got while shooting during my ROTU days does not count, anyway;).
That's one of the reasons why I love being pregnant. I just blame it all on the hormonal change;).
But this happened when I'm not.
See, the ugly finger. I'm sure everyone knows we only get that if we slam it with something, for example....er, car door. Can't really think of anything else.
I realised that I slammed my finger, and it was stuck at the car door when trying to pull it with all my might, but it was still there. It took me a few seconds, a few seconds of disbelief that I actually slammed my own finger...before I felt the PAIN.
Off course I could just throw everything in my other arm/hand on the ground to release it. My handbag, my breastpump bag, the kids' bag, Bea1's school bag but not my BABY!!!
I hollered to hubby. He was unbuckling Bea2 at the other side, and it was the longest seconds in my life before he finally got to me. And that seconds became longer as amidst utter disbelief, hubby mumbled that people do get their fingers accidently 'terkepit' at car doors, if somebody else shut the door. Not slamming their own fingers of the same hand that close it.
I was finally released but no words to comfort me.
All I wanted to do right away was bury my face into the pillow, and cry and to be left alone.
But I need to unlock the padlock at the front grill, climb 4 full flight of stairs, unlock another padlock, and find the key to another keyhole before I even entered the apartment.
And cried my heart out, I did while doing all that with all the 'luggage' and Bea3 in my arms.
The pain is gone but the 'mark' is still there. At least till my nail grows a few more millimeters, and I don't know it is genetic or not my nail grows very slow.
Then I have this idea, the whole thing is not that bad. With it, I can actually estimate the rate of the nail growth.
You see that is a cross section of a stalagmite. The layers represent growth laminea. The records of how much rain, and the chemistry of it etc are stored there. Since people are able to date the layers, we can actually estimate its growth rate and study past climatic conditions and predict the future climate with it. And I'm talking about geological time here.
Anyway, the bummer is I can't remember exactly when I hurt my finger. I estimate it is about two months ago.
One of the reason sometimes I have a doubt if I really am fit to be a mother...in a hurry, I did knock the baby's head on the grill door once...bad mama:(.
I tend to easily hurt myself, I mean I got small bruises all over. One on the waist from that corner of a table, one on elbow for trying not to fall off the stairs, some on thigh that I have no idea from where, even on the cheek after hitting a table (again) while getting up after picking up a pencil from the floor. The one on the cheek that I got while shooting during my ROTU days does not count, anyway;).
That's one of the reasons why I love being pregnant. I just blame it all on the hormonal change;).
But this happened when I'm not.
See, the ugly finger. I'm sure everyone knows we only get that if we slam it with something, for example....er, car door. Can't really think of anything else.
I realised that I slammed my finger, and it was stuck at the car door when trying to pull it with all my might, but it was still there. It took me a few seconds, a few seconds of disbelief that I actually slammed my own finger...before I felt the PAIN.
Off course I could just throw everything in my other arm/hand on the ground to release it. My handbag, my breastpump bag, the kids' bag, Bea1's school bag but not my BABY!!!
I hollered to hubby. He was unbuckling Bea2 at the other side, and it was the longest seconds in my life before he finally got to me. And that seconds became longer as amidst utter disbelief, hubby mumbled that people do get their fingers accidently 'terkepit' at car doors, if somebody else shut the door. Not slamming their own fingers of the same hand that close it.
I was finally released but no words to comfort me.
All I wanted to do right away was bury my face into the pillow, and cry and to be left alone.
But I need to unlock the padlock at the front grill, climb 4 full flight of stairs, unlock another padlock, and find the key to another keyhole before I even entered the apartment.
And cried my heart out, I did while doing all that with all the 'luggage' and Bea3 in my arms.
The pain is gone but the 'mark' is still there. At least till my nail grows a few more millimeters, and I don't know it is genetic or not my nail grows very slow.
Then I have this idea, the whole thing is not that bad. With it, I can actually estimate the rate of the nail growth.
You see that is a cross section of a stalagmite. The layers represent growth laminea. The records of how much rain, and the chemistry of it etc are stored there. Since people are able to date the layers, we can actually estimate its growth rate and study past climatic conditions and predict the future climate with it. And I'm talking about geological time here.
Anyway, the bummer is I can't remember exactly when I hurt my finger. I estimate it is about two months ago.
One of the reason sometimes I have a doubt if I really am fit to be a mother...in a hurry, I did knock the baby's head on the grill door once...bad mama:(.