No more kaynehores!

I grew up with a grandmother who was fluent in Yiddish. If she didn't want me to know what she was talking about, she would speak to my mom in Yiddish and say words like "meshuganneh" and "kaynehore." I thought that kaynehore was a swear word and used it while playing Barbies. I later found out that it meant "it shouldn't happen to you." Years down the road, I was watching "Will and Grace" and Grace said something about not giving herself a kaynehore. That's pretty much the same as not jinxing yourself.
I am proud to say that I have never broken a bone in my 33 years of life. However, I've given myself a kaynehore by saying so, as I've gotten myself into stupid and embarrassing accidents instead. In college, I managed to sit on a letter opener one year and burn my hand on hot pans the next. I think I was okay otherwise. And I've been fine up until we moved here....
Then the week we moved, I managed to step on a piece of glass (while wearing a slipper, mind you) and slice through the bottom of my foot. I didn't go to the ER though. I just kept pressure on it and now I can't even tell which foot was injured anymore.
In early November, on my way out to an interview (for the job I now have), I managed to bump into a shelf with my left eye. I actually considered going to the ER then, but my friend's dad said I should see an eye doctor instead. I did and my eye was taken care of and healed up in a couple of days. I had to wear an eye patch between doctor visits, but I didn't let it keep me from living my life (other than needing rides everywhere). I also learned that even with Lasik, I see better out of my left eye than my right. So that was a bit frustrating.
At the end of November, I was trying to open a wine bottle (of one of my favorite wines) with a cheap corkscrew and managed to break the top of the bottle and slice my hand in two spots. Thankfully, my mother-in-law and stepfather-in-law were here and were very helpful. They wanted me to go to the ER but I insisted that just keeping pressure on it would make it heal. They were impressed with my barely visible scars the following week!
This past weekend, I slipped on some snow and fell on the pavement underneath. It hurt by my left hip area but I iced it and was fine....until last night. I finally decided that something was worth going to the ER for when I had a major muscle spasm in my back. At first I thought it was in my chest and that I was having a heart attack. Then I thought it was a slipped disk or that one of my lungs collapsed. It hurt that much to breathe. I wasn't taking chances at playing doctor to myself this time. My husband was smart enough to give me some ibuprofen and that helped soften the pain a little. However, it flared up again right before I was about to have an X-ray. I woke up this morning with a sore upper back and decided to take it easy for the day. I feel a lot better now, B"H. I don't plan to lift heavy objects or shovel the heavy snow we're expecting this weekend. It also puts a crimp in my exercise schedule. However, I can't complain too much and my BFF told me to look at the silver lining of being able to get in a lot of reading time at the ER and also getting a day to relax from my normally hectic schedule.
I just hope the season of kaynehores is now over and that I can get back to my regularly scheduled lifestyle. I think I paid my dues. (And I still have the scar from cutting my forehead when I fell on cement at age 1. I think I was owed no broken bones over that one!)