I won’t go so far as to say I’m accident-prone, but I feel like if you were to ask my family members, they would very much say that I am, in fact, accident-prone.
I prefer clumsy. It doesn’t have such a negative connotation affiliated with it.
Basically, if you can think of a situation that is entirely baby-proofed and completely safe, I would be the one to find a way to injure myself. Unintentionally, but it would probably happen.
A few days ago, I was walking out to my truck on our farm. I park over at our shop, which has a lean-to attached to it, and I park beneath it. I had to throw some shit onto my passenger-side front seat, so I figured I would walk up alongside my truck to get to the passenger door.
I did not see the blatant stretch of ice beside my back right tire, and naturally, I stepped right on it. I went flying, collided with all of my body weight into a large wooden square post holding up the lean-to, and connected with the post, on its edge, with my sternum.
I think it is worth mentioning I am small chested, therefore I really don’t have any padding there to soften a blow.
The pain was honestly wild; I was on all fours, on the ground, heaving for air for a few minutes. My mom insisted I go get checked out, and while I haven’t gotten my x-ray results yet, I think it’s safe to say that my sternum is significantly bruised.
I didn’t realize how often you use your sternum when it comes to muscle movement, but let me tell ya, it hurts to do everything. Walk. Breathe. Laugh. Cough. Sniff. Shit. Bend over. Lift my arms.
Sternum injuries are not something I would recommend experiencing. I’ll keep you posted.