Yep, I'm saying it out loud and putting it in print. I am no longer going to do anything fun. **
Why, you ask, am I saying this? Because I'm tired of being in situations like this (except for the Interesting Man, of course).
You see, I'm clumsy (as if you haven't figured that out, based on previous posts). I'm clumsy, and I like to play sports for fun. OK, I admit "playing sports" is a loose term. We'll leave it at "I like to be active" for fun. Unfortunately, it often ends up that I get a boo-boo.
Yes, really. I once broke my wrist while taking off my dry suit (tripped over my pants while getting out of them). I broke my nose talking on the phone (don't ask). I broke a finger while, um, having an amorous moment (that one was really my husband, he was being all suave and jumped into bed and landed on my finger - and no, we didn't give up and go to the hospital!).
I've hurt myself so many times, I know whether or not it's broken 99% of the time, without X-Rays or expert examination. I'm not squeamish about any of it; it just "is". I often will wait days or weeks before having something checked out because (as in the case of the finger above) I've got other things to do.
The last few years though, I've figured out that I'm too old for this shit. I'm not 20-something anymore, and broken stuff doesn't heal nearly as quickly as it once did. Nor does it heal as well. I have enough mended bones that I'm sure if my body were X-Rayed, a radiologist would ask whether I'd been in the rocket with Evel Knievel. I've probably not broken as many bones as he did, but I was in this car when it crashed (4 broken ribs and a cracked sternum, among other things - and no, I wasn't driving).
The point is, if I decided to go for a relaxing day of fishing, I'd be the one to get hooked. So, I'm not going fishing. I'm going to sit on my ass, right here in front of the TV (or computer), and eat Twinkies and do nothing. I'm through with fun!
**If you believe any of the above, I have a really nice starship to sell you. I just had to vent a little because I feel sorry for my clumsy ass. I'm not asking you to feel sorry for me too; in fact, I want you to laugh, and then go outside and play. I assure you, once I'm healed up, I'll be back at it again!