A bump on the head
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In separate incidents, I also hit my left hand and my right shin. I have phases where I run into stuff. It just sort of happens out of nowhere. Dinner table. Bang. Doorway. Ooomph. Bed. Plop. Stairs. Slip.
I did once fall down the basement stairs. I wear these nylon pants, and the pant legs are a little longer than mine. I was walking down, my heel stepped on the pant leg and down I slid. It was sort of fun, actually. It did scare the cats. Well, it scared one of them. The other just sat there staring at me with a "you're an idiot" look on her face.
A totally different episode involved my first cat and the Christmas tree. She liked to climb the tree, and I was told to not let her. One time, she took off for the tree, and I chased her. She went for the tree, I dove to get her, I grasped at her and the tree fell on both of us. She ran away. I had the tree on top of me. This was 12 or 13 (or maybe 14, they all run together) year old Daniel, so I yelled for help. My parents didn't quite know what to make of it, their son trapped under a six-foot tall fake Christmas tree. So it just became yet another reason for them to make fun of me. I do a good job of providing them with such things.
Something I can't figure out is why I used to fall out of my bed so much. It seemed like at least a couple times a year, I would wake up in a panic as gravity did its work. That was always the highlight. Actually, it was something I always dreaded. I'd go to bed at night hoping I wouldn't fall out. Fortunately, it hasn't happened in 11, 12 years.
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OK. While we're on the topic of ways I've hurt myself, let's talk scars because it's my blog, and I can do whatever I want. Four right hand/wrist. One left hand, middle knuckle. One forehead, above my left eye. One left shoulder. One chest. One right shin. One right knee. I'm surprised I don't have more considering how often I fell off my bike when I was little. My brother and I would race around the driveway in a circle. At one of the turns, I would always turn too sharply and go down. There were some nasty cuts in those races.