4 Reasons I've Been to the ER

1. A quasi-date Cause: While walking together along the jetty in Plymouth one romantic evening, I slipped and fell. Effect: I cut a very large circular flap of skin from underneath my big toe. A slick move. (Sandals aren’t best for clumsy girls on slippery, jagged rocks.)

2. A night out Cause: With about half a beer in my system and was walking down the stairs at a bar. The old left foot gave out and, yep, I fell. Effect: A broken purple foot. In the hottest month of the year. Great. (Sandals aren’t best for clumsy girls on stairs.)

3. Preparation (Really not a shining moment) Cause: Post-foot-breaking, I spent the day in Portland with my friend Brooke. Mobility was an issue, I was on crutches, and it was hot. Later that night, I was getting ready for the evening and it wasn’t going well (I curse you Ugly Week!). In my oh-so-minor frustration I attempted to open the window to no avail. Turns out banging the glass on a 1967 window isn’t really a good idea. Effect: Hand through glass, a number of stitches, $75 for a new window. A few weeks later we had a bat in our house and as I think back I realize there is a *slight* chance the hole in the window and subsequent bat visit might be related.

4. Cycles Cause: Oh, the Esplanade. What a lovely, lovely place to ride my bike. Hey, what’s that? That looks like a tree...is that a …CRASH! Effect: Torn ligament in my shoulder, flying to a family reunion the next day wearing a sling, having a stranger inadequately lock up my bike in Boston, coming back to a frame and two missing wheels 5 days later, $100 for new wheels.