Sometimes, I think I’m a klutz.
Over the weekend, I felt a raised place on my arm not far
from my elbow. I was a little concerned but decided to watch the owie before
doing anything. And eventually, the spot reduced and went away. Puzzling as I
couldn’t remember how I hurt myself. 
On Tuesday night, after a yoga class via zoom, I went
outside to wash the breezeway. After I finished, my tongue brushed over my
teeth. I felt something rough, you know, like extra cement that wasn’t removed.
Only, I’d had no work done on my teeth. I pushed the spot with my tongue,
trying to determine what was going on. My conclusion--pretty sure I broke a
crown. But I can’t remember when it happened.
Wednesday morning, I noticed a scrape on my car’s right
front fender. I didn’t do it. Don’t know when it happened.
Do you ever feel a tad forgetful?
I know I don’t have anything going on in my head. My life
isn’t too jam-packed. I keep a good calendar. I write lists on sticky notes. I’m
pretty organized.
I think what I have is the I’m in a hurry issues. I’m
in such a hurry to get through the lists and the calendar, I bang an arm or leg
or toes (yup, broken a few of those), and later, don’t recollect exactly when
and where. I’m not enjoying the flowers. I’m not sitting by the pool. I’m not
playing with the Adora-poos. I’m, you know, busy.
Maybe I’m too busy?
Wednesday is laundry day. After folding a load, I carried an
empty basket to the laundry room and bam! I hit the same spot on my arm. My
head was flooded with the “yah, you did this not long ago.”
Lordy. Maybe I need more chocolate or fiber. Or both.
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