Yes, I am, indeed the Queen of the Klutz People. Allow me to explain:
I have four visible scars from curling irons. I have three visible scars from hot glue guns. I have two scars across my fingers from shutting my fingers in a car door. I have a slice across another finger where I deeply cut my finger with a butter knife while attempting to slice a lime. (guess why) I have a 3 inch scar on my leg where I cut my leg shaving in the ninth grade. I have a lovely scar where I burned and stabbed my leg with a wood burning tool. I have second degree burns from ramen noodles. I have random bruises from God knows where.
And today? I have three bruises -- only one of which I can identify. I attacked an open drawer with my shin. The other two are, well, random. Then I knocked my head against a door. While dizzy, I stepped on a pair of scissors. Not a large cut, but any cut on the foot is a pain. I then cut myself shaving this evening. This one was a bleeder. While trying to find a band-aid, I got a paper cut.
I am not going to get out of bed for the rest of the night. Perhaps tomorrow I can get from point A to point B without hurting myself.