Three days ago I sliced my finger chopping onions. Two days ago I slammed my head on the truck of the mini van when I stood up, forgetting the trunk was there. Yesterday I poked my eye and scratched my face walking "under" our crababpple tree. Today, I jumped down from a stack of hay, and landed on a kid toy and clearly have sprained my ankle. I was able to get my boot off before the ankle blew up like a balloon. I thought I was going to have to crawl in from the barn. But made it in somehow. This is par for the course for me. What a klutz. Ouch. Nothing can happen now, I am stuck in the chair next to the fire.