It's time to play again at RevGalBlogPals .
Songbird writes: After a tumble in a parking lot the other day, I'm sporting a lovely abrasion on my leg--so attractive. It's the same leg I hurt when I fell off the same pair of sandals on the same sort of uneven pavement in Edinburgh last month. Will I ever learn to wear less dangerous shoes and/or pay attention to where I am going? As I drove home to take care of it I called my husband and said, "Boo boo alert!"
Here is our Friday Five on that subject.
1) Are you a baby about small injuries? Only if my dignity is what hurts the most.
2) What's the silliest way you have ever hurt yourself? I was volunteering at the "Mile Run Fitness Test" at manBoy's school. The students had to run two 1/2 mile laps around the school. I was stationed on the back side of the loop for safety and encouragement. When the last student who thought it was a one mile "amble" came by, I started walking with her. As I encouraged her to pick up speed, I tripped over the edge of the sidewalk, stumbled 2 or 3 steps and fell all the way down. Now I had to walk the 1/4 mile around to the front with two bloody knees. Miss Ambler didn't think much of my inspiration.
3) Who took care of your boo-boos when you were a child? I honestly don't remember. My mother was forever sticking our fingers to see if we were anemic. She would make bunny rabbit bandaids with whisps of cotton ball sticking out for the ears and faces drawn with a pen. This was of course long before fancy printed bandaids.
4) Are you a good nurse when others have boo-boos? Generally, I'm good in an emergency. I had to be when I worked with special needs children.
manBoy will tell you that I'm not the most sympathetic nurse if said injury is the result of stupid behavior, especially if it is the result of repeated stupid behavior.
5) What's the worst accidental injury you've suffered? Did it require a trip to the Emergency Room? I was in a head on car wreck in college. Fortunately, my injuries were relatively minor (concussion...) I was taken to the hospital on an ambulance stretcher in the back of a pick up, but that's another story. I was in shock but not unconscious. When I "came to" in the hospital, I asked my mother what had happened. Before she could answer, I said, "Wait, don't tell me!" I love a mystery you see. I remembered the other car coming toward us and put the pieces together.
The saddest part of this story is that I had two black eyes for my first semester of college. It's a good thing I was already dating Gifted and Talented.