My Poor Body

I realize the importance of the functioning human body. I do not understand the purpose of the bladder infection. Could someone please explain to me why the male species never experience whacked out misfuntioning organs? Boo.

Also, apparently being married morphs certain characteristics. I am now exceptionally clumsy. Never before have I felt rather unstable. Except for the occasional trip or stair falling experience, my clumsy moments have been minimal. Not anymore mind you. No sir. The other night Dewy was already in bed and I was finishing up my bedtime routine. As I threw away a Kleenex used to wipe my mascara off, I attempted to both stand up and turn to exit the bathroom at the same time. This goal soon came to a sudden halt as my jaw met the door jam, which resulted in me writhing in pain laying in the hallway and Dewy laughing uncontrollably from the bed. I now have a bruise on my chin. Super. Tried to take a picture but was too disgusted to post it. Sorry.

Yesterday while attempting to ready myself as best as possible for church in hopes that I would look presentable when the bishop read in our records (which was all in vain because we have yet to be an official part of the ward we attend) I dropped my hairdryer on my toe. Twice. I now have a bump and a cut on my second toe on my right foot.

I have three bruises on my legs that I'm not sure how they managed to get there, and one on my hip from running into a drawer handle in our bathroom in Maui. I need help.