The Klutz Chronicles
Two months ago, I had back surgery. Today, I fell down the stairs.
If I were 3, this is what what I might have told my mommy: “I fell down went boom.” Today, that transformed into an audible, expletive-filled “Doh!”
I am a klutz, and it is genetic. My dad once threw a small anchor from his fishing boat…and it landed in his leg. Oops.
But all is well. My back doc ordered a new x-ray, and I was relieved to find out that I didn’t re-herniate or fracture anything. I just feel like…someone who fell down the stairs. Good times!
I don’t really have a point; I just like to share.
