So I have 4 days left in the "Windy City" to train like Rocky and lick the wounds I've acquired from all of my self-injurious behavior over the past few weeks. I know that when you have a lot on your mind, too much to do, and/or act in a hurry you are more likely to make silly mistakes but apparently I am seriously injury prone. After my first three warnings (including a near fall down the stairs resulting in a puncture centimeters from my eyeball) I thought I was being more aware of concentrating on my physical actions. That is, until August 1st's innocent attempt to blend my own homemade pesto sauce. Unlike all the blenders I have used, my mother's immersion blender has no safety feature. Needless to say I learned a valuable lesson during my emergency room ordeal: "always remove sharp appliances from their electrical source before touching them." Thankfully, this happened while my mom (a registered nurse) was home and my Blue Cross card was still active. 15 stitches and almost a month later I am able to look at my sliced finger and talk about it. The nerves seem to be repairing themselves and the jury is still out on the future of my fingernail. My obsessive wound care with essential oils and mederma seems to be helping the scar heal and I have now become a walking public service announcement for blade safety.
While my blended up finger was the most painful of the injuries, I still have a frightening record that I've accumulated while packing and moving around like a nomad during the last few weeks: a blood blister from squeezing my finger in clippers, slamming a door on my finger, dropping a box on my toe, banging and bruising my leg in some mystery injury, and the slip down the stairs with accompanying eye puncture. Dare I drive across the country and fly across the world with my dog next week?
The answer: The King Spa, Chiropractor, Massage Therapist, and Mediterranean Sea
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