Just call me Grace...NOT! I’m a super klutz. Last night I got my foot caught in the bedding and hit the floor hard and woke up my hubby when I was trying to quietly go get a drink of water. I walk into tables and walls and trip over myself too. I’ve even hit my head on the overhead compartment on flights and I’m a short person! Yep, just call me Grace! Please tell me I’m not the only clumsy person here.
LOL! I totally relate to this! I'm soooo like this, I always find purple marks on my knees and and ankles, the other day I had a scratch mark on my arm and can't even remember when I hit it! lol
oh yes the mysterious scratches and bruises are a common occurrence for me. My oldest DD is the same way. We’re twin klutzes.
I am not so klutzy that I fall but I do end up with mysterious bruises quite often. Some I know exactly how I got them but mostly I don't. But I do bruise easily so even a minor bump would cause a bruise.
No, you're not. This is coming from the person who's had two broken toes within 7 months because I've stubbed my toe on something in my house.
I'm not super klutzy, but weird things happen to me. I get my purse strap caught on everything - it's getting to the point of being funny. If there's one little thing sticking out, I'll get hung up on it.
Funny you mention the purse strap. I've had that problem a lot lately too. Man, I'm worse than I thought.
Well, my dad used to call me spaz when I was like 14-15, so I'd say I have a long history with being a klutz. Back then it was running into the edges of doorways or dropping things. Now, I've progressed to more robust klutziness. LOL My first big klutz moment was when I fell DOWN a handicap ramp at my university when I was 21. I was approaching the ramp from the side, thought it was a gentle slope, but it was actually a drop off that was not properly enclosed. I was avoiding having to walk down stairs that would lead me by a bunch of guys who were playing pool and video games. When I fell, the whole lot of them came over to help me. That's when I herniated a disk and had surgery just a few months later because I was at risk of being paralyzed from the severe herniation. That surgeon scared the loving bejebus out of me. LOL Anyway, since then I've fallen down concrete stairs with metal edges - about 10 steps. I've fallen down wooden steps, but that time it was only 5 or 6. I've fallen stepping into a hole in my aunt's yard while holding Daniel. Most recently, I fell after having my spinal cord stimulator inserted - like just a couple of months later - in front of my church. Like at the front, you know, at the altar by the organ. That was down 3 steps and I will NOT blame myself for that one. My leg just didn't want to work. And the last one was more of a slip and fall at Daniel's high school (and yes, my alma mater) when we went to his freshman orientation. There was water on the gym hallway floor. Daniel was walking ahead of me. **He** didn't step in it, but I did and down I went onto my left knee. It's no wonder my back is a mess of bulging and herniated disks, but on top of that I have arthritis and stenosis and severe degenerative disk disease (thanks Granny). I am so ridiculously scared to walk around now that I hold onto Jay like he's a lifeline if it's raining at all . . . or I won't even leave the house. I walk so slowly now because I'm watching the ground and ahead of me . . . I mean, I should have 20+ years left of my life (I hope) and I can't afford any more falls! Sooooo, I shared all that because NO you are NOT alone in being a klutz. I am a huge believer in the power of words, especially the spoken word, and even though my dad was joking way back when, I think those words seeded somewhere in my brain and I thought I was a klutz instead of graceful. I speak a lot of positive words about myself now in an effort to grow confidence in my body's grace. I'm encouraging you to do the same, and pray you stay safe!
Grace was my dad's nickname for me when I was a little girl because I was so clumsy. Still am to this day. I will trip over my own feet and often going up stairs. Today I smashed my pinky finger because I had it on the arm of my desk chair, spun it around, and got it caught between the chair arm and desk. My thigh is currently bruised for some reason. I always have bruises somewhere on my body. I bang my knees on my desk at work at least weekly. I sprained my ankle doing a celebration dance in college because I got an A on a speech. I've broken several toes on furniture. I seriously walk around with one hand free at all times so that I can catch myself if I trip.
I'm laughing out loud, Kayla. It's ridiculous! I amaze myself at the "things" I get my purse strap caught on. I'm glad I'm not the only one.
I still hear him in my head to this day "You ok, there, Grace" "Have a nice trip, Grace?" Makes me smile.
I used to be klutzy as a teenager as I was 5'7 by 7th or 8th grade. I think some of that is normal growth klutziness because I was really good at ballet but tended to miss the edge of the couch or doorways. Then I had many years of being just fine. However, I'm noticing my balance is not the greatest any more & I blame that on one leg being slightly shorter than the other since I had my knee replaced. The new knee/leg is fine but year by year the other one is kind of getting wonky. Not knee pain or anything else, just wonky. But last year after dh and I had gone to specialist after specialist, before he was diagnosed with the cancer, I know it was winter cause one day when I put a short sleeved top on to go under a sweater, I saw that my whole upper right arm (inside) was terribly bruised! I panicked and went to the Dr. thinking I had some blood disease etc etc She said these things happen to old folks...it was a bit of comic relief but took several weeks to go from black and blue through that yellowish green to ok. I hope it never happens again!
Graceful I am not.....I’ve fallen up stairs, down stairs, over tree roots that were under concrete and to top it all off I have the knack of falling on flat surfaces too.
I was especially klutzy as a kid and would even run into trees in the yard is I was running around with my sister. As it turned out, I just couldn't see where I was going! I was born with bad eyesight and as soon as my Mom took me in for glasses I had WAY fewer accidents. Ha ha! I'm now what I think of as a normal level of klutzy. I do tend to find random bruises on myself and wonder how they got there.
I'm not as clumsy as I used to be, thank goodness. My 10yo daughter is currently working through this as she spills her drink, walks into things, drop things, etc. all the time. I am hoping she will grow out of it, too!
I have fallen upstairs, twenty years ago or so. Nothing recently. I can be preoccupied and not always totally present in thought. Not klutzy though and hardly graceful.