Do something dumb....check!

As a kid/teenager, I perfected the art of doing dumb things and injuring myself to some degree.

There was the time that I fell while slalom water-ski'ing and the board split my head. Rather than ruin the bachelor party, we wrapped a shirt around my head. I do not remember much of the rest of the day due to massive blood loss, but Heather did have to eventually shave my head for the bandage.

There was the time that I cracked my shin on a ten-speed pedal while trying to jump off curbs.

There was the time that I seriously cut my fingers while popping balloons in the basketball nets of our church gym with a pair of scissors. (Incidentally, Heather cleaned up much of the blood on that one and love was born.)

There was the time that I punched through a window with the encouragement of big brother John. I actually did it once with no damage. It was when he said, "I bet you can't do it again" that the blood flowed.

There was the time that John and I rode our bikes with fishing poles, and I hooked my leg on the down pedal. That one hurt....

There was the time that John and I were jumping between beds in a dorm room. He "assisted" my jump with a push, and my head broke my fall by striking the corner of a chest of drawers. Stitches, here we come...

There was the time that I fell into the open dishwasher at age 2 while chasing JOHN as he baited me with a Hot Wheels car. Yep, more stitches...

It does not take the Holmes/Watson duo to notice two patterns:
1) I bleed fairly often
2) John, my older brother, is the devil

Unfortunately, I cannot blame this one on John as he lives in Europe (and hates America.) I was running the TV cable through the wall in my office this morning. It had been left exposed on the outer wall, and my perfectionist mind could not function another moment. Well, the improvised hammer, scissors for a chisel, pulley system and "grabbing" device all functioned according to plan. However, my step stool (chair) did not.

Life lesson: being parallel to the floor at an altitude of 6 feet is bad news.

Luckily, the wrist is not broken, but it isn't great either!