So, I have a tendency to be clumsy. Very clumsy. And camp only enhances that. I pretty much need to use an ice pack at least once a day. But I look classy doing so! Here are some of my best injuries from this past summer.
The weekend between the first and second week of camp, Bam and I had gone to another camp to help out. That Saturday afternoon, I was helping Snow White with cookie decorating and Bam was doing dishes. When we stopped having people come in and decorate cookies, Bam took a break. I had sat in a chair, and she sat on top of me. Not a huge deal. Except, Snow’s hands were covered in frosting and she was coming towards us. I don’t do frosting and they both knew that, so Bam wasn’t about to move and let me escape. Oh no, they made escaping really difficult. I had a plan though. I was going to slide off the side of the chair onto the ground. Bam would land on the chair and Snow would wind up covering her in frosting. One problem with that plan though. As I started scooting towards the edge of the chair, the chair cracked. I fell off the chair, Bam landed on top of me, and I smacked my head on the table leg that was behind us. It hurt, A lot. But, because of that, I didn’t get any frosting on me, so I mean that’s cool.
The whole week following that incident was rough. I smacked my head twice on the benches in the lodge when I sat up in the middle of the night during a slumber party. I hit my head on my bunk multiple times. And, one day at breakfast, I leaned back too far and smacked my head on the wall. Needless to say, I had almost a constant headache. And I already get headaches almost daily. The head hitting didn’t help that.
A few weeks later, I was packing up my stuff to move to a different cabin when I heard Buttercup scream, “Chatter, I’m leaving!” I sat up really fast, smacked my head on the bunk so hard that I fell over, and winded up hitting my head on the floor. She heard the thud of my body hitting the floor and ran in. She just gave me the “what in the world did you do?!” look. I tried to explain, but my voice had jumped up an octave (it’s already pretty high to begin with) and she couldn’t understand a word I was saying. She said, “I’ll talk to you when you sound like a normal person.” But, I couldn’t control it! My head hurt pretty bad after that as well. My voice went back to “Chatter normal” after a few minutes but my head continued to hurt for the rest of the day.
Of course I also had my fair share of scrapes, cuts, and bruises (I usually had no clue why the bruises showed up!), but these were the most memorable injuries for me. And definitely the most painful!
CampChatter 