Klutz

I think I've gotten klutzier since I moved to Oregon.  No, I'm serious.  I've always been klutzy, but now it's gotten really bad.

Today is a great example.  I was going down the stairs, and I thought there was an extra stair.  Nope, not so much.  So I trip, and hit the wall.  Thankfully, with my hands, not my face.  The only pain?  Scraped my knuckle on the textured wall.

With the wheelchair, I'd probably wind up smushing my fingers in the wheels, or the spokes, or something.  The hamster ball?  Really?  Between hills and the fact that I would probably wind up cracking the ball in half and hurting myself on the plastic.

Seriously.  And this is why klutzy Lindy should just be allowed to be klutzy.  Because anything that might help would probably just hurt more.