“Yes, risk taking is inherently failure-prone. Otherwise, it would be called sure-thing-taking.”

My life is beginning to seem like a semi-comic soap opera. The latest tragedy is I broke a tooth in half, one close to the front. It was because of a hard piece of candy: cinnamon in case you’re wondering. I’ll call my dentist on Monday if I haven’t broken a leg by then. I stayed in yesterday so I wasn’t locked out of the house.

When I was a kid, I broke one bone, my wrist, when I was five. About ten years ago I fell off a step ladder and broke bones in my shoulder (yup, a ladder again). Another time I fell off the side of the back steps, which are as high as my second floor. They didn’t have a rail. I stepped on something I couldn’t see in the dark and over I went. I knocked myself out, but I don’t know for how long. I was the only one there. I did get a sprained ankle once. It had to do with a mat and the front steps. The only car accident I’ve had was when I hit a small parking pole in the hospital parking lot. Going home I could only take rights. I did get a leg burn from my motorcycle pipe because the goats quickly changed direction and ran into me. I had stopped so they could pass. My sisters think I’m like my dad who was accident prone. There might be some truth in that, but I’ve had fewer home accidents, and I can wield a knife without cutting myself. Not once have I stuck my fingers in a whirring fan or sawed myself out of a tree. Mine are more antics than accidents.

I have to admit, though, that I am wary.

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15 Comments on ““Yes, risk taking is inherently failure-prone. Otherwise, it would be called sure-thing-taking.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I mostly injure myself at work and once in a while here at home. Falling down stairs is the most common kind for me πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚
    But I have skied downhill straight in to a tree once. I donΒ΄t remember much but my body ached for days πŸ™‚

    Perhaps You better stay in bed these coming days πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

    Have a great day now!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      I never injured myself at work-it’s a home phenomenon.

      I don’t blame your head forgetting. That tree could have killed you!

  2. Bob Says:

    You are not accident prone, you just live an exciting life as a ‘klutz’. More people in the United States are injured as a result of using ladders and falling in bathtubs than are hurt in car accidents. Why would people believe that walking under a ladder is bad luck? They couldn’t make climbing on one bad luck because we would all live in houses without roofs.

    Burning your leg on the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle is just the least damaging thing that can happen to your body as a result of riding on a vehicle that you protect. Motorcycles don’t have seat belts or air bags. The physical laws of kinetic energy predict the high death and injury statistics of riding motorized bicycles at any speed. You were lucky that you didn’t kill yourself or break your neck riding one of those things.

    Sprained ankles are just a result of being a ‘klutz’ and not a result of an accident. Accidents are caused by people making errors or ignoring threats while performing a function. A ‘Klutz’, is just a part of DNA. It’s the sprained ankle and hitting you thumb with a hammer. No amount of error prevention can over come bad coordination.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I was in Africa where there is a lot less traffic, and I lived in a remote area so I was fairly safe on my motorcycle. I only had to be careful on the laterite roads.I had stopped to allow a herd of goats to cross the road. As a group they changed direction and ran into me who was standing still. It was accident by goat.

      The sprained ankle came when my outside mat was moved by my lawn man and not put back in the right place. I stepped out the door as I always did expecting the mat to be in its usual spot, parallel with the door, but the mat had been moved. The edge of the mat was right outside the door, and my foot hit the edge of the mat and part of the step so over I went.

      Most of my mishaps were because what was usual had been changed.

      • Bob Says:

        My last sprained ankle happened over 25 years ago in the parking garage at Logan airport in Boston. I was en-route to some small airport near Boston to pick of an airplane . My foot slipped off the curb and I twisted my ankle. This was a truly expensive ‘klutz’ moment in my life. My employer had to fly in another pilot to replace me to deliver the airplane. I am very careful when I have to go to Logan airport since for me it must be jinxed.

  3. Clare Stevens Says:

    Don’t forget you tripped on your cane!

  4. J.M. Heinrichs Says:

    It’s a message: stop nibbling on your fingernails.

    Cheers

  5. Carl Says:

    Of all the things that have happened to me during this life time, not one has resulted in a broken bone. I attribute this astonishing fact to my ancestors possibly mingling with Neanderthals, judging by my build. My father was built like this too and he never, outside of getting shot once or twice during WWII, broke a bone either. Now my brother broke several, including his skull in about twenty places, but I think he must have inherited his lack of common sense from some other line.

    You know, I’ve often pondered on this. Quite a bit actually in the last 50 or so. I just can’t come up with an answer why, with just about everyone I know has broken at least one bone and perhaps several.

    Yup, it must be the ancestry.

    MT C

  6. Sheilmack Says:

    Kat, You’re forgetting the car accident you had with Lenny as the driver. Didn’t he lose a bunch of teeth in that one and didn’t it also involve a pole? Let us not forget your “trip” down the stairs where you lost part of your lip. And there was the time your back “went out” when you and Chick were in Italy. God knows, I could go on and on. Moe and I do not idly say that you have Dad’s genes. We have never been in doubt.

    • katry Says:

      Sheila,
      I can take no blame for Lenny’s accident and the pole. I was unscathed. The fall down the stairs was a big one, and on that one I broke one tooth and moved another. The lip part was minor though the scar still shows on really cold days. That is the only time my back has gone out so I won’t accept back as an issue, even for the recent surgery on the vertebrate over which I have no control.


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