Nov 19 2006

I am so coordinated I should have been a gymnast.

Published by at 8:56 pm under Pets,Stupidity

Since Fate has refused to eat the expensive and specially bought allergy food that we have to feed Destiny, we’ve taken to feeding her a different kind of food at random times and places. Mostly, she gets fed in the bathroom or in the office. When I plan on being upstairs for a long stretch of time, I keep her food bowl on my printer shelf and just set it down for her to eat whenever she meows.

Last night I was done in the office, heading downstairs to read, so I decided to take her food with me so I could feed her in the bathroom. Somehow, I managed to injure myself while performing the simple act of picking up a bowl of cat food. I smacked the first knuckle of my index finger on the door jam. Hard. The scene went something like this:

Finger: CRASH!
Me: OUCH!
Bowl: THUNK!
Food: SCATTER!
Cats: SCATTER!
Me: OUCH!
The Man: Umm. . .
Chris: Hahahaha!
Me: OUCH!
Vacuum: VROOM!
Food: RATTLE!
Me: OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!

At first, I thought I had broken the damn thing, because right after I hit it, I lost all feeling in it for awhile. I could tell that it hurt, but if I poked it, I got that deadened tingling feeling that to someone with my paranoia means “irreparable nerve damage”. Today my finger is bruised, slightly swollen, and feels as though I have a rubber band wrapped around the knuckle. Since I am right-handed, and the injured finger is the index finger of my right hand, you can imagine how fun this makes everyday activities like typing, smoking, and locking the deadbolt.

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