At any point in time, there will be at least one band-aid on my body.  

I go through a box of band-aids at least every 2 weeks.

There is always some cut, scrape, blister or bruise.  

Currently, there is a band-aid on my 4th toe, from where I stepped on a piece of plastic and it tried to sever my toe.  Literally.  This piece of plastic got right in the crease between my toe and the ball of my foot and started to cut.  I would say I could see the bone, but I’d be lying.  However, this has to be the most awkward place to put a band-aid and probably the hardest place for a cut to heal. 

Secondly, I look like a victim of a drunk husband… at least from the waist down.  Sunday night as I was stepping over the threshold into my shower, I slipped as only one can do on a banana peel in a cartoon.  The top of my left foot is swollen and bruised, matched by the biggest bruise I’ve ever received on my knee.  Oh and my ribs are bruised from where they hit the toilet.  Oh and my arm is scraped from hitting some other bathroom fixture. 

Not to mention I’ve gotten food poisoning twice in the past 2 weeks and am on a constant diet of anti-diarrhea pills and Powerade.  

I don’t know if I’m accident prone or if it’s just life.

I’m just a mess.