Well, I made it almost a whole year without horribly injuring myself. It's been a running joke in my family for as long as I can remember that I am one of the most accident prone clutz's that people know. all my limbs have suffered through casts and splints and physical therapy at one point or another in my life.
Was stumbling about last night in search of the elusive 'book-that-disappeared-just-as-I-got-to-the-good-bit' when I tripped over the dog. Who was sleeping. At the head of the stairs. Human slinkie acts are not so much fun when you're the one doing the tumbling.
So wrist is all strapped up and head feels like the Manhatten Marching band is doing the Rumba in there, as well as assorted other bruises and scrapes making me look like I came out the wrong side of a bar fight.