OW!

I tried to kill myself this weekend and I don’t even remember how.  The result is I have a blue goose egg on my forehead.  I can remember that I was in the laundry room, but I can’t remember anything after that.  Well about the accident – I do remember where I live, who the people are in the house, and that I still have massive amounts of revisions to do on that damn book. 

I remember hitting my head hard enough that I thought I was going to fall down and I grabbed on to the washing machine to steady myself.  After the mind searing pain left and my eyes stopped watering and the cursing petered out, I honestly can’t remember what I hit my head on. 

People I have told about this have thought that my forgetfulness is very alarming.  I’m not alarmed.  Not at all.  I am absurdly accident prone.  I hit, bang, bash, smash, pinch, and collide with things on a regular basis.  Often times I’ll even say out loud, “Wow, that’s gonna leave a mark” and then later I’ll remove my shirt and think, “Good Lord, where did I get that bruise?”