Body Booboos

People who have known me for awhile say one thing: I'm a bit of a klutz. If I thought my trip to Hawaii would be any different, I was wrong. Our first full day at the beach was when the first calamity occurred. Mike (someone my mom works with--the trip was won through my mom's work), my brother, my sister, and I were body surfing on the waves and I was thrown by a big one on the sand and I cut up my hip (onlookers said the wave threw me pretty far--I believe them, it hurt like crazy).

A couple of days after that I was body surfing again (don't I ever learn?). My mom was standing behind me and a wave threw me (my nose namely) into her leg. A mixture of white snot and sea water ran out of my nose...gross. The next day my nose swelled up, I think I broke it. I'm going to the doctor when I get back, although there's nothing he can do if it is broken. My new litany: don't sneeze, don't you dare sneeze.

After the nose incident nothing else bad happened. Why? I think it's because one of the shop owners gave me an angel blessed by a priest supposed to give good luck. Maybe it works--creepy.