In true Stacie fashion, I somehow cut myself on the seatbelt as I got out of the Lyft. I arrived at my friend’s place asking for a bandage because I was bleeding.
In true Stacie fashion, I somehow cut myself on the seatbelt as I got out of the Lyft. I arrived at my friend’s place asking for a bandage because I was bleeding.
It has been almost 7 years since I fractured my left ankle. But to this day, whenever I drop something, my instinct is to move my left foot out of the way so that whatever I dropped doesn’t hurt my left foot.
I just dropped something and my left foot moved *so swiftly* out of the way.
I injured myself doing laundry.
I punched the plastic cover over the lint thing for the dryer and my knuckle was bleeding profusely. We have a shared laundry room, so I just kept rinsing my knuckle under the water in the sink, then raising my hand above my heart while doing everything with my left hand.
Transferring laundry from washer to dryer with my non-dominant hand while trying not to bleed on my newly cleaned clothes was difficult. Have I mentioned I’m clumsy?
I injured myself making zoodles