Accident Prone

I think I said I would write about that, didn't I? I consider myself accident prone. Every week I either do something stupid or not even realize what I'm doing until I get hurt. It's always been that way too.
When I was younger, I once put my right hand on the kitchen table and my other on the counter. I lifted myself and started swinging. Well, my hands slipped and I fell and busted my head very hard on the tile flooring of the kitchen. My mom was doing the laundry so she didn't do or say anything at all. I slowly got up and went into the living room. I don't remember what happened after, I guess I fell asleep maybe. Either way. I know I didn't get taken to the hospital.
Another time, I was outside playing with my sister. She decides to get the biggest book we have and she threw it at my face. I ended up with a black eye and to this day, a scar on my left eyelid. She gets mad these days when it's brought up.
While younger, I got the idea to cut slices of cheese. My little brother and sister were running around the kitchen. One of them bumped into me, the knife slipped, and I cut off a thin layer of skin on my right thumb. The rubbing alcohol was the worst.
Ended up using that again when I was probably about nine or ten. We were playing outside with these neighbor kids (whom had a mother that called me the bad influence) and the girl shoved me down on the gravel chunks. I ended up tearing up my right leg from my knee down to my ankle. Skin was torn and blood was running down my leg. I washed it off the best I could and my older brother poured the rubbing alcohol on my leg. Also had a small rock lodged in the side of my knee that I kept picking at til it fell out.
Was stung on my inner right wrist by a bee when I was around that same age. Maybe I provoked it or not, but it was the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. Once again, like all the other times, my mom didn't take me to the hospital. All she did was put something on it and used a bandana to wrap around it. The stinger fell out a week later while I was at school.
In school, I don't think many liked me because I was quiet and awkward. While going in from recess, a boy ran by, put out his right leg and tripped me. I ended up falling on my back on the sidewalk. Ended up getting to class a bit late because of that, and no one questioned where I was or why I had dust and tiny rocks on my back. Also slipped on ice on that sidewalk too. Busted my head and back.
Dropped my phone before while I was lying on the bed and it hit me in the throat. Was headbutted before on my mouth so I had a busted lip. Walked into a trailer hitch which hurt like hell. It was dark out and I was helping bring in groceries.
My sister told me to hurry the hell up and help. I run outside and didn't realize her guy's car had a trailer hitch and hit my left shin hard against it. Have a small indention from it. Got a scar on the back of my right thigh from a knife that someone left sitting on the couch.
Have tripped many times, usually in holes. Hit with bamboo before. Accidentally put my right hand in a fan before.
I was half sleep and it was cold. For some reason, my older brother took the cover off the fan. But when I reached over to shut it off, it rotated and I ended up putting my hand in there and cut my thumb open. That woke me up. Took a bit to clean thoroughly too because the dust from the fan blades was lodged under the cut. Been scratched up by cats and bitten by a neighbor's dog that was trying to get one of our cats.
Think I've only ever had to get stitches twice in my life. While with my third ex, my left face cheek swelled up, and it took him a week before he decided to take me to a doctor. Turned out one of my wisdom teeth was impacted and I apparently was close to death. So I had those pulled and ended up with stitches in my back left gum. The second time was after my son was born. I guess there was tearing. It kinda sucked because during the stitching process, the epidural was wearing off. Car rides suck with stitches. Same with labor pains, every bump was terrible.
After my son was born, and months later, I picked him up wrong, something happened with my left shoulder where I couldn't move it for days. I kept insisting to my ex husband I should probably go to the hospital. He didn't want to do it because he was in the middle of an online game. His dad shows up and tells me "sounds like a heart attack" and gave me aspirin. I knew it wasn't a heart attack, my heart was beating fine and I didn't have any other symptoms.
My niece before threw this heavy object, not sure what it was, but it hit me on my head and that hurt for days. Was hit with a pool cue, rocks thrown at me by my niece, electrocuted by a keyboard, power strip, and something else I thought of but now can't think of it.
While at a Starbucks with my son, ex husband, and his dad and grandmother, I had a very hot vanilla latte. My son decided to reach over for it and it spilled all over me. Legs burned but I was glad he was okay, none of it got him. I also got a free latte out of that.
For years, I managed to avoid ever being in any car accidents. All my siblings have been in one or more and so had my parents. That changed back on my birthday of this year. I was in the passenger seat, my last ex was driving, and my son was in the back, in his car seat and playing with a new toy I had gotten him. It was night and we were on our way to return him to his dad. Out of nowhere, a deer ran out. Instead of going head on like it's recommended here, my ex tried to swerve to the left. I reached back to make sure my son was okay and the deer hit my side.
I ended up with whiplash for weeks after, left shoulder pain, wrist pain, neck pain, and dizziness. Felt nauseated after that happened and I kept checking my son and repeatedly asking him if he was okay. He was fine, his only disappointment was that his drink spilled. That was it.
I know I probably shouldn't have reached back or anything, but his safety was my top concern and priority. I kept telling my ex i should probably be evaluated at least and he insisted I was fine because he studied first aid.
Almost a month later, I woke up, stretched and got this excruciating pain in my neck where it hurt to move or anything. It's better now, although occasionally I get pains still.
There will likely be more injuries later down the line. Very likely.
I'm just amazed I don't have back problems, concussions, or anything else. Aside from scars.

Love
Ariana