I Get So Doggone Mad!
October 26, 2006
As a preface I must tell
you that basically I love being a blonde. The advantages are that
you do not have to confess your grey hair to anyone.
However, I must tell you
that being blonde is dangerous. When hair color is coupled with a
female brain that is under the influence of hormones it is practically
lethal. You must understand that the influence for this blog is that
the possibility exists that my toxic tresses are at the root of so many
episodes of personal injury.
I injure myself in so
many stupid ways that it would embarrass me to enumerate them all.
The incident that motivated this entry happened a few hours ago as I was
preparing a warm beverage for my mother and was getting her meds together.
One of the pills popped
out of my hand and came to rest next to one of the burners of the stove.
Without so much as a thought, I reached over to lift up the burner grate,
which had just finished heating the teapot. It was so hot and I burned
by fingers very badly.
The pain was instantaneous
and so were my tears. It hurt like the dickens and I damaged my pride
in the process for once again being so blatantly dumb! Once? Again?
Yes!
This week has been more
than challenging and fraught with frustration, because due to just plain
stupidity I have injured myself on far too many separate occasions these
past seven days. From cuts to burns to a nail broken nearly
to the cuticle, to bruises all over my arms, it looks like I am a recent
returnee from combat.
My fingers definitely
were hurting, but more than that my frustration had been escalating all
week as one more stupid thing followed another. What was most painful
was trying to understand why I was all of a sudden I was becoming so spacey
that I would grab a hot burner grate!
Is it my hair color?
Am I chromatically challenged? Is it my age? Am I chronologically
challenged? Am I becoming the first recorded case of dementia in
the family? Am I cranially challenged? Maybe my hormonal levels
are out of balance? Then does that mean I am clinically challenged?
Perhaps it is all of the
above, or maybe none of the above or perhaps I am just plain clumsy!
