This means there were others that I didn't take any pictures of... like the cat scratch across my chest, my belly, my shoulder, the thorn in my head, the thorns in my arm. And I don't have any pictures on my computer prior to 2010. This doesn't count that I don't go a week without a bruise or scratch of some sort... so I really have no idea how many incidents happen in reality...
Yet, I don't go to the doctor.
Yesterday, cut my finger open on the spring underneath the chair I'm re-upholstering
Last month, using a mandolin, the apple I was slicing decided to stop, my hand did not...
Last year, stepped on a ball and smacked my person into a wall
No idea, but I've had 2 more blood blisters since then. One on the tip of my finger.
Year before on a jetski
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Another no idea, but it was a random rash
Allergic reaction to a shoe I was wearing. It was mostly dried up by this point.
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You know - domestic abuse is unacceptable - there are women's shelters - wait! How do you ditch your abusive subconscious?
ReplyDeleteNah, it's a family trait. My family has mad skills, which is why I don't go to the hospital. My mom had a piece of gravel in her hand, closed a knife on her finger, and more. Plus side it happened less and less often as she aged, as it is to me.
DeleteCombine that with a high pain tolerance, and I have mysterious bruises, cuts and gashes that I can only say "huh... guess I hurt myself..."