Um. Is it just me, or is this question slightly ominous sounding!!?? Is there a reason I wouldn’t still be alive today, internet??
Is there something you know that I don’t? Because as far as I know, I have no major medical issues (aside from the previously acknowledged Crazy. And the depression. And my tragic allergy to mosquito bites.)
My blood pressure is spectacular (when I’m not in the middle of a nervous break-down) My fitness is great (for an 89 year old woman) And according to my doctor, if I stop wasting her time, and asking ridiculous questions about Indonesian Tropical Frog Disease, she will personally verify that I’m a healthy specimen of the human race.
(Where ‘healthy’ means only ever so slightly damaged.)
Add to that my dislike of guns, going fast without protective gear, and baiting bears?? And you have yourself a girl who should quite happily live till her mid 30’s at least.
I mean, yes, on occasion I scuba dive, horse ride, rock climb, or do sparring and stuff at TKD, but guys? I’m such a wimp that I learn EVERYTHING I possibly can about the safety stuff, and then I stick to my limits. There’s nothing like a rousing terror of heights to have you checking, double checking, buddy checking, and re-checking your ropes and harness before climbing!!
I’m the girl who read her padi-diving book cover to cover, and then studied by making my blog readers do quizzes with me about how best to cheat death at 10m down.
I’m the girl who thinks a scary spinny backwards jumpy kind of a kick to death, and would much rather go over it a couple of hundred times in her head than do it on the mat and fall over and hurt herself. (Yes. I can be KIND of a scaredy-cat princess when it comes to TKD. I’m working on it.)
I’m the girl who spent her holiday in Rarotonga memorizing the bus schedule, and figuring out taxi services, and being slightly overzealous about making sure her friends didn’t have too much fun without sunscreen and mosquito repellent.
I’m ALSO the girl who always her her cellphone, panic alarm, two kinds of pain killer, snacks, a hat, a bottle of water, a packet of tissues, a nail file, bandages, condoms, tampons, antiseptic cream and three different kinds of lip balm in her purse. I have a light, a bottle opener, and an assortment of hair ties and clips on my key-ring.
Basically, I am ready for anything short of nuclear war. And I have a large hand bag.
In short? I like to be prepared.
And I guess that saves my life. Or at the very least, my manicure.
In other news, It’s not freaking wonder I can never find anything in my damn handbag.