The Story of My Most Serious Injury (From Bloglist)

I have been pretty lucky in my lifetime when it comes to injury. I have never had a broken bone *touch wood*, so my worst injury is pathetically, a sprained ankle.

I have had a couple, and really none were all that serious. But the one that happened at the worst time, was when I was on holidays with my family in Caloundra, QLD. This holiday was a big deal - we didn't go away often and when we did, it was usually to see family and not to seaside towns in the sunny state. The fact that we were near the beach, doing our own thing in a little apartment was one of the coolest things we'd done. I think I was in year 9 or 10 - I am not quite sure but I do remember missing my friends, and being able to finally wear a black, mesh/see-through shirt over a white singlet (it was just so rockstar cool at the time).


On the way to the corner shop, I stumbled on the stairs. I'm clumsy anyway, so I didn't think it was that big of a deal. But every time I went to take a step, it hurt way too much to put pressure on the foot. I assumed it would right itself, but when it didn't within an hour or  so, we knew I'd twisted it.

I distinctly remember being extremely shitty about the whole situation. We went out to dinner that night, and looking back at it - I feel so sorry for my parents. Us kids were pretty picky eaters, and we did not eat out at all really, so the concept of sitting in a strange place, having to eat food we didn't really like was not fun. I remember mum and dad pleading for us to just enjoy the night, but between me being a typical, moody 15 year old girl and my little brother and sister fluffing about, it didn't work out at all. It would have been a nightmare.

Other than that - no serious injury. No stitches, or open wounds, or frostbite or anything. And for a klutz, that's a major achievement. Have you seen the Twilight movie, and the main character is always stumbling and falling? That's me.