Jelly joints just jar

There are so many ways I could begin this post.

“I am the world’s biggest klutz, and the Deities choose to reward me for gamely accepting this burden by making my ankles and knees wibbly-wobbly as well.”

“You know how some minor aches and pains feel good in that you feel alive when you stress the affected area? I used to think that.”

We have our showers in a bathtub — there weren’t too many shower enclosures in the 1920s when the house we live in was built. Last night, my ankle decided to stop working as I was getting out of the bath, causing the rest of my body to collapse downwards while halfway over the lip of the bathtub. If I was a boy that would have been unimaginably sore, but I’m a girl so that would have just been really sore. Luckily for me this time, I was alert enough to quickly (fast as freaking lightning, considering the circumstances) bring my other leg out of the bath and prevent myself from falling in a heap. Knowing my luck, I should have brought the shower curtain down with me, too. Fate’s probably reserved that for me for when I least expect it.

If I was one of those people who are willing to LifeCast, I’m sure it would be mostly seriously boring (how long can one stare at a computer screen, how long can one stare a a computer screen via a webcam?), but punctuated with moments of sheer hilarity when you follow me as I fall down in public.

• 4 Apr 2008

• Thinking