Hips and shins, ships and hins

I'll admit that I can be a bit clumsy. For some reason my subconscious has an affinity for running into door frames or even walls, for no real reason at all. I've also had issues with hitting my head on randoms things like soap dishes and door knobs, but those are other stories that I will probably forget to share.

Anyway, my newest form of clumsiness has involved our new (and might I add GLORIOUS) platform bed from IKEA. The day after we bought it, I ran into a corner of the bed (which, in my defense, was covered by the bedspread) and hit the tenderest part of my shin. Admittedly a tinge painful, but not a big deal. Until I hit the EXACT same spot again two minutes later. In a word: OUCH.

It was healing ok; I got a good scab. Nothing like I used to get in the old sliding days of softball, but it was pretty decent, all things considered. It was almost completely healed until last night... when I hit the same spot for the third time. Drawing more blood. Causing more discomfort. And it doesn't help that yesterday when I woke up, my left hip flexor decided to be all tweaked. So when I walk I look like a drunk lady who needs a hip replacement. With an effed up shin. Wonderful.

I'm a klutz for reals.