Multiple Ouchies

I will admit that I am quite a clumsy person. Most of this is due to not properly paying attention to one thing, but trying to multitask with lots and lots of things.

My first ouchy-moment of the weekend was on Friday night, and was soley due to my clumsyness. Grating cheese. Bantering with the boyfriend. Suddenly grating hand. OUCH! It wasn't even a little grate, it was a proper full strength grate that's left 3 huge holes in my hand.

As if that wasn't bad enough I then hurt myself again. Went to Canary Wharf for lunch and a bit of a walk around. It's really nice going there with the boyfriend as he used to work there, building some of the amazing skyscrapers. So we walked around looking at the buildings, with me learning things I never thought I'd know about construction. It was much more interesting than it sounds and because it was a Saturday it was also lovely and quiet. Somehow on the DLR home I managed to twist my already useless hip and had to hobble home from the train station. DLR trains are just not as sturdy as underground ones!!

I managed to survive Sunday without butchering myself anymore. This made me get cocky. So today off I went to have a bite to eat at lunchtime with my Dad and the boyfriend. As it's such a beautiful day we decided to sit in the beer garden of a pub. Bad idea if you're fair haired and skinned with no suntan lotion. The way I sat means that half my face, including one eyelid is burnt and the other looks fine. The overall effect is as if someone's slapped me in the face. Disaster.

I have to try not to hurt myself anymore.

I did however have a great but mean moment earlier. I stabbed my clinical partner... OK. Sounds dramatic. I just stabbed her to show I could do BM glucose, but it was great that she let me. That's true friendship. You'll be stabbed in the finger just to help someone get a sign-up.

Lily xXx