Don't cry over spilt milk..

But crying over a sliced open finger is okay.

I decided the other day that I should maybe start a little blog about all the various ways I end up injuring myself. I considered the title "The ways I cut myself" until someone pointed out that it seemed to suggest something more intentional, though in reality I cut myself (unintentionally) a lot.

To start off...
- When I was 2, I fell off a table and broke my collar bone. We all like to jokingly blame my aunt.

- Once when I was shaving my legs I went too far down my ankle and filleted (improper use of french I'm sure there) a good inch of skin off of it.

- Last summer I slipped on a blanket on the floor and fell with one knee to the ground and the other legs ankle hitting the couch, probably bruising the bone.

- The day before last Thanksgiving, I was making pumpkin pies and cut myself first on a nail poking out of a board in the kitchen, then once on the food processor blades and then again on a knife...and I think one other time.
 - A few weeks ago I was trying to get a bad part of a potato out and my hand slipped and I cut off a fair chunk of the side of my thumb with the potato peeler.

And the Grand Finale: Cutting myself with a potato
- A few days ago- again with a potato - I was just trimming off some bad parts with a really sharp knife. Given the earlier issue with a potato, I should have known better. The knife cut so quickly and forcefully through that my thumbnail went into the potato, peeling the skin from my nail off a bit - rather painful fyi. ....I believe I also maybe cut myself with a different knife shortly thereafter...

Many people call me talented.  It seems that if there is a way to give myself a minor injury, it will probably happen sooner or later.