Currently at this moment in time I'm feeling somewhat sorry for myself because yet again I've gone and injured myself. I am a walking advertisement for accidents waiting to happen let me assure you and on top of that I'm I'm dying of a chest infection. This normally wouldn't bother me so much but I resemble an old age pensioner taking their last breath it's ridiculous and highly embarrasing as I came to realise yesterday.

I was in my local Wetherspoons with friends and trying to order my meal and I was beyond help after every word spoken was promptly followed by a cough and splutter for a couple mins each time. I'm convinced the bar staff were giving me evils behind my back as if to say 'you have an infectious disease please go away like now' least to say I didn't enjoy the meal and left rather sharpish.

I know what you're thinking if your that ill why go out? I'll tell you because for the past week I've been stuck in the house with my son (that's not a bad thing by any shot) as he has has a serious dose of the chicken pox so I've had to avoid all my friends untill my son is no longer contagious. As a few of them are pregnant or haven't had it themselves as a kid so yesterday was the first day I could go out and I did because I was starting to get a little stir crazy.

So puts the child to bed only to be woken up at the ungodly hour of 3am (his eating has been non existant since he's had the pox so I've had to demand bottle feed when his lordship calls) I'm still half asleep while I'm bringing the hot jug of water into my son when I suddenly wobble causing the boiling water to spill over onto my chest and sear the top layer of skin off. Luckily it's only supeficial but whether it will scar or not they don't know yet.

I am so accident prone it's unreal here's a run down of some other things:

I've burnt my arm on the iron trying to iron my hair (hair straighteners were unheard of then),
while wearing flip flops I gashed my foot on a iron grid outside of a petrol station,
broke my foot an fractured my toes when the baby gate fell on it (my mother made me walk on it for 2 days before finally relenting and taking me to hospital)
shattered my little finger bone playing basketball,
fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle,
I'm constantly bumping into things and brusing so easily,
I fell into a corner of a table and cut my head needing stitches,
I have skipped into a chippy door consequently knocking me out and giving me an egg on my head.
I once went out the back door but still had hold of the door frame whilst talking to my brother in the garden unawares to my mother who not looking at what she was doing closed the door on my fingers. There are countless more which I can't remember but if any of my friends can by all means, share the humour!

Yes go on chuckle at my misfortune because if I was reading this blog I bloody would lol.