Thursday, March 25, 2010

Injuries

I don't know what the deal is but I've been getting a lot of minor injuries lately.

2 days ago my roommate asked if I'd beat him at Frisbee golf (actually he might have just asked me to play Frisbee golf, but it amounts to the same thing). We went to the course in South Provo across the street from the cemetery. What stunk was the rose bushes along the course. On the 4th tee they had a throw where there was a bunch of rose bushes between me and the target. Rather than go around I thought I'd go through. So, I chucked it really hard and prayed. But, a bush caught the Frisbee. So, I got all scratched up reaching around. As I was reaching around, one branch caught on my sweatshirt. I didn't notice and kept on moving...and the branch stayed cocked and ready and loaded....just waiting to pounce on me. I was oblivious and I kept on moving...and bending that branch at an increasingly sharper angle. Eventually I got the frisbee and started pulling back...and that's when the branch let go of my sweatshirt and smacked me across the face. Not a bad cut....definitely not prominent enough to make me look like a villain in a James Bond film (which is a shame).

Then the next day I cut myself again. This injury has a little back history.

A few weeks ago I had to take a test, but I forgot to shave that morning. Usually they don't enforce the shaving thing, but I didn't want to go to the testing center (where BYU administers most tests) and get sent away for not being up to dress code. So, I went to the campus store and bought some razors. I found the cheapest razors (1 dollar for 3...I should have known something was off), bought them, then went to the nearest bathroom.

Now, the frustrating thing here was the bathroom faucet was motion activated, and so was the soap. The soap dispenser wasn't very sensitive. I'd have to dance and wave in front of the soap dispenser to get enough soap to cover about a square inch of my face. In the end I didn't have time and I just shaved with water only.....and with such a horrible razor this was a mistake. My face felt so raw. I eventually finished shaving and only cut my face twice. I went to the testing center with a paper towel up against my face to catch the blood from the two nicks. The person smirked when I walked into the testing center. I can only imagine that there are other guys who forget to shave and shave at the last minute to get into the testing center (I was taking the test on the last day 1 hour before the center closed....if I didn't take the test I would get no credit.....so I was in a rush). I was sorta frustrated cause a girl wouldn't be kept out of the testing center for not shaving her legs (and not shaving one's legs is probably more socially unacceptable than not shaving one's beard).

Anyway, I put the razors in my backpack and forgot about them....but they were the gift that kept on giving.

Cause this morning I was reaching for my pen....so I rooted around in my backpack. But the problem is I keep my pens in the same part of my backpack as I kept the cheap razors (I figured I'd save them in case I was ever in the same situation). So, as I root around in the backpack I grab what I think is a pen and I clutch it....but it's not a pen, it's a razor without a cap ( cheap razors are not about safety). So, instead of a pen I got a slash across my palm. Stinking razors. I'm not so mature that I'm against expressing my anger at inanimate objects....so those razors are now destroyed.

And finally....last night. Last night I went to Wingers (wonderful wings there). Now, I like my wings pretty spicy so I ordered the atomic wings. They weren't very atomic. The girl serving us was so confident that no one could handle them and she made sure to check back to see if they were too hot. I told her they weren't very hot, and my roommate who also likes spicy food said the same. So, to make us happy she brought us some Dave's Insanity Sauce. This stuff is HOT! I've had it before, and it's always been a mistake. Anyway, I put a little of the sauce in the "atomic" sauce and it was now quite hot. Unfortunately, the bottle had some sauce on the outside of it. So, when I held the bottle I got some of the pepper sauce on my hand. I forgot about this.

About 2 hours later I was talking on the phone and my eye itched. I itched my eye and within seconds I was crying like an emo kid that just ran out of eye shadow. My left eye was red within seconds. It hurt so bad. It felt like someone put a hot poker in my eye.

This morning my eye still hurts a little, and my hand just stopped bleeding....but my face is now fine.

Oh well. What can ya do. I wish you all a happy and accident free day.

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