"The Fossa are attacking!"

When I was growing up, I was known to be a tad accident prone. My Mum used to laugh my little incidents off by saying "Oh Nicole, you could hurt yourself playing tiddlywinks!"

This seemed to suffice her spirit, until one day I actually did hurt myself playing tiddlywinks.

I took an air born counter to the eye.

It was my own counter.



As I grew older, I seemed to shake my clumsy tendencies. Today I would not call myself accident prone. However, every now and again I stumble back across my accident prone curse. It usually lasts for a week or so. After watching a certain Children's (really?) Animated Film, I decided to dub this unusual phenomenon the Fossa. In case you haven't seen this particular Movie delight, the Fossa are a breed of carnivorous mammal.



This week the Fossa have been attacking.



We started the weekend off by heading to the Wairarapa to try once again to use the voucher Brad had given me for my Birthday way back in January. We couldn't. So we came home late Sunday night. I wish now that we had stayed the night anyway.

Monday saw us pack a few bags to go and stay at Brad's Parent' house for a few days. This was fine until Tuesday morning. Kelsey, my sister, had sent e a text message to say her face now looked like that of a cabbage patch doll, due to her immensely painful wisdom teeth. She was unsure of what to do, or how she would be able to pay for treatment. So I made a few appointments for her, and left the house in the freezing cold and rain to get to her in Wellington City.



I left the house on time, to see a bus heading in the opposite direction that I was headed. The bus stopped and the driver asked me if I wanted to go on his bus instead. I declined. Stupid Fossa on the brain. Fifteen minutes after my bus was due to arrive I rang the phone number on the bus stop to be told, that the timetable I was looking at was actually out of date. I was told to walk down to Raumati Beach to try and catch another bus from there. At Raumati I crossed the road and in a boots meet wet-pavement scenario, I slipped. I slipped backwards, and wobbled round like a crazy person ("You didn't see anything".)

I managed to stop myself from falling, and put my back out. I could still walk slowly, but when I arrived at the Bus Stop I was unable to sit down. That's when the real pain set in. I couldn't take a deep breathe without going weak at the knees.



With the help of my cellphone, ice, Panadol and my entire household family, I managed to get to Kelsey. We went to the Dentist, a found out she would have to have all four wisdom teeth surgically removed. Perhaps the Fossa effect is spreading?



Last night we packed our bags to come home. We arrived home and I got out of the Ute. I went to open the door to get my bags, and smacked myself in the head with the door. The next thing I knew, I was face down on the front lawn, with a really sore head.



Then, minutes before I sat to write this post, I was curling my eyelashes, when I pulled the device away without opening it properly. Eyelash curler or remover?



Please tell me that the Fossa attack you too? Please tell me I'm not all alone in this..