How Often You Hurt Your Self., On accident of course Options

[Zelda_Zealot]

I normaly hurt myself (On accident) about twice a day. Sometimes more some times less, depending on how "out there" I am, and what is happening that day. Take today for example, my parents are throwing a Bon-fire. So I will probably hurt my self four or five times today.

Yesterday was a normal day, yet I still managed to burn myself on an oven, yes oven. So just how clumsy are you? How often does your clumsyness end up in you hurting your self?

P.S. Fell free to tell us about your injuries they make the world better.

[Kindred Spirit]

The main injuries I recieve are from my stairs. I'm tall and the frame is low, so I occasionally bang my head on it pretty badly. And my evil siblings leave things on the stairs (shoes, toys, clothing, sporting equipment, just about anything) so sometimes I slip on them and fall. Down the stairs, onto my concrete floor.

Other than those times, which are rarely more than once a week, or even once a month, I rarely get hurt. But injured? That's a different story. I don't know how often I recieve injuries. Here's why.

I often find scratches and scars and cuts on myself that look like they have been healing for months. I have no idea where they come from, or when I get them, but there are often fine hairline scratches, marked by a thin red scab, on my arms, and I never see anything there untill they are mostly gone. So really, I have no idea how often I actually get hurt.

My lack of injuries (that are serious enough for me to notice) stems not from any particular grace (I have pretty goodbalance and I am good at landing, but I should still get hurtmore than I do) but from a sense of knowing what I can do. I don't fall off my bike because I don't get do anything that I don't know I can do on my bike. I have ridden on the curb of a busy road withot falling off and into the road, but I never would have tried it if I didn't know I could do so. (I only did that because there were a bunch of people on the sidewalk, I'm not suicidal) I know what I can and cannot do, therefore I tend to seem either very confident of very pessimistic to people.

There is a park called Allegheny State Park that I go to for vacations every couple of years. In that park, there is a place called Thunder Rocks, where there are a lot of huge rocks. There was one that was dripping wet, slippery, moss covered, and had no handholds. I climbed it without getting hurt, but turned around before I made it to the top. I knew getting down would be harder than getting up, and I wanted to go down before I lost my nerve. And the rest of the way up was harder than it looked from the ground, and I wanted to have energy left for the other rocks. So what people saw was some teenager climbing an almost impossible rock without any safety gear, and then turning around for no reason, once he got past the hard part. Well, I lost my nerve anyway, because one of the places I would have had to lower myself onto was a narrow (three inches) ledge covered in wet moss, and it was a good two meters below my location. I had climbed up from there, but I wouldn't be able to climb down, so I ended up jumping the last fifteen feet or so. Almost gave my mother a heart attack, but I do know how to land, and I picked my landing spot very carefully.

In both of those cases, it wasn't any particular skill that kept me from getting injured, just a simple understanding of what I cold and couldn't do. Another person, in a similar situation, might have made other choices. Those choices could either have gotten them injured, or they could have succeeded climbing that rock. I did know I could get that high, and knew I probably couldn't get much higher safely.

Being a clutz runs in my family. My mother got stitches when she was four because she tripped into the corner of a glass table, and almost hit her eye. She is always covered in burns and cuts from her work. My brother runs into walls, and just about anything else.

So, while I may be as clumsy as the next person, I get hurt less due to knowing my limits. My proof that I am as clumsy as the nexy person is this: I stub my thumb, or my toe a lot. I often trip over chairs. I have fallen, in elementary school, over a pile of my own books, into my desk, which then tipped over on me. I just don't get hurt often while doing my mandatory clumsiness.