Also had asthma as a kid, though I outgrew it. Never any trips to the ER. A neighbor girl coaxed me into jumping off the roof of a three story building when I was four. It scared the hell out of my parents, but only knocked the wind out of me.

No ER until college . In college I helped pull a part a stage set -- and a flying board hit me in the head -- stitches that my grandmother took out at thanksgiving.

Then there was the time a refrigerator shelf flew across the room -- I think it hit my glasses and the eye piece scratched my eye. Panic was the big problem for that one. and yep , the eye doctors still ask about it.

After college

DH and I were bike riding -- spring , Ct which means sand on the road -- I hit a patch a flew off my bike a 35 miles per hour. Wear your helmets people -- I had wicked road rash and the wind knocked out of me. My helmet had deep scrapes on both sides. Not sure what kind of shape my head would have been in

Not sure if that was before or after the time the not yet DH and I went for a picnic. Lots of stuff -- it was an easy path. Went through the treacherous dry rocky stream bed. Then on the smooth path - stepped on the only rock - pop and I could put no weight on it. thank goodness for shock and the couple we ran into that helped cary me out.

Somewhere along the line I went to the ER because I hit my head hard enough to knock me on my ass while working retail. No concussion due to thick hair.

Same job that sent me to the ER with ext ream abdominal pain. That I still have no idea what the cause was for that

and the car accident that I do not want to talk about , not that it was worse than any of ther others ( 3 ) but it goes here

and the last time was asthma which I didn't know I had. And now I treat all illness like it is the death plague -- mostly because if I don't the odds are I will be sick two to four weeks. Happily it was 18 months between the bout and this one. Sadly , I may have a cold -- only two month later .

Actually , practicing breathing properly help a lot of people. It won't cure asthma, but people with asthma tend to hunch forward and shrink their chest space. Practing proper breathing and posture can help during an asthma attack. Also -- if you work at a computer - or in any way hunched forward. Opening up your chest ( eww not that way -- just roll your shoulders back ) and taking deep breaths might energizes you

Actually , practicing breathing properly help a lot of people. It won't cure asthma, but people with asthma tend to hunch forward and shrink their chest space. Practing proper breathing and posture can help during an asthma attack. Also -- if you work at a computer - or in any way hunched forward. Opening up your chest ( eww not that way -- just roll your shoulders back ) and taking deep breaths might energizes you

Thanks, beth.

You know, that like the most important stuff to do that can improve one's life quality, and I don't do them.

Also, to the list: re-learn how to ride bicycles. I knew how when I was 5 (well, that was the time my family lived in a kibbutz).

Humm. I think my world took the Extra Craxy pill today.

Is it the same with yours?

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seconds shir with the Extra Craxy.

WHY did I spring awake at 4:45 am? That is so weird.

Maybe it's because I heard As Buffista injuries go, the piano key in your forehead may be even more awesome than Erin stabbing herself in the ass with her own knife.

Probably, though, it's because my bf gets up at that insano hour and I couldn't fall back asleep.

I have certainly had my prescribed amount of coffee for the day, though. Good thing I can go to bed earlish tonight, though.

My job is muy, muy stressful and I really would like another. There seems to be NO-THING available now. Stupid education field. Ugh -- why didn't I decide this in Mar -- oh, yeah. Preoccupied with stupid surgery, doped by love-endorphins. Stupid body.

Erin, I'm too engronkified to be able to come up with a reasonably encouraging message. So please know that I'm thinking encouraging thoughts at you, even if I can't articulate them.

Also, is there another hymn that uses the tune to "O, Come, All Ye Faithful"? If not, the carillon cathedral across the street is playing Christmas carols disconcertingly early. Usually this time of year, it's an endless stream of patriotic hymns.

::grumblemumbleStudentsComeBackTodaygrumblemumble::

I'm sorry about the 4:45 a.m. thing, Erin, but if that's what it takes to see you on the board, well then I'm not all that sorry.

I keep looking at the Hanna Andersson offerings on ebay, and it's all flea's fault. That's the story I'm telling my DH, anyway.

I think that's perhaps why I'm being hard on myself about the hot pan thing. I never had any major mishaps or ER-type visits as a kid. One that I can remember was my brother, AKA the Prince of Darkness, slamming the car door shut on my hand. The 1972 Dodge Polara which was an absolute land barge of a car, so you know the door weighed like whoa. He claimed he didn't know I was climbing out of the back seat. "Gee Mom, I just forgot she was back there..."

Asshole.

Luckily, nothing was broken. Beyond that, really, very few ER visits in my lifetime. I still (knock on all sorts of wooden substances) have not broken any bones. The worst thing that ever happened to me was ten days after eye surgery, Abby tripped and fell and gouged at the eye that had been operated on. It was fairly gruesome, especially since the operation had been a lensectomy, replacing the natural lens with a rigid fixed-vision lens.

With the current injury, kept the hand covered last night and slathered with aloe gel and it feels much better this morning. Kind of tight and a little sensitive, but not howl at the moon painful like it was last night.