As I currently hold an ice-pack to my eye (I just got habanero juice in it), I note that I have been asked "are you TRYING to kill yourself" by 3 different people in less than a week. Possibly it has something to do with the 3 recent cuts in my head:
The first... hell- I don't even REMEMBER how that happened. Only a little 1/2-inch nick on the top.
The second was last week when I fell out of a tree. Well, technically I was still in the tree. I was picking oranges for someone and the only ones left were near the top. I was perched on my 3-step ladder (on the handle of my 3-step ladder) when one of the ladder's legs sank into the mud. I lost balance and fell through the branches, getting lodged mostly upside-down in the crook of the tree. I received several scratches on my arms, but didn't notice I had cut my head until I showered the next day (there was blood on the towel after I dried my hair). It turned out to be a nice little gouge.
The third happened Saturday. I cracked my head on a shelf in my closet. Inch long gash right next to the first cut.
sigh
I'm not off to a great start in the new year....
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