Accident prone

That is the most mild way of putting my bad habit of falling, tripping, bruising, and otherwise creating issues for myself.  It has been a running joke in my family for many years, as most of them are the same way.  I usually have several bruises about my body that I have no clue where they came from.  I try not to, but shit just seems to happen! 

This afternoon, I went out to the garage to put something in the recycling bin and stepped on something little.  I just assumed it was a small stone or dirt or something, so I rubbed the bottom of my right foot on the top of my left foot to get whatever it was off.  As I did it, I had a sharp searing pain in my left foot.  The thing came off and there was a little white mark on my foot, but I didn't see what it was.  I walked back into the house, sat down at the table to see what happened and there was little drops of blood all over the little inch long cut.  Apparently when I dropped a bottle out of the recycling bins about a month and a half ago, I didn't get all of the glass swept up off the floor.  There was a tiny flat piece of glass that I had stepped on and when I went to rub it off, it sliced my foot.

Needless to say, my foot hurts like hell from the stupid dirty shard of glass.  I feel like a complete idiot, but I am glad that it was me that was hurt by it and not one of the boys.  Then I would feel horribly guilty on top of being an idiot.  I am really hoping it will heal up a little by tomorrow so that I can wear shoes.