Today I did plenty of things in which I could have hurt myself. A bike ride. Cutting the sushi rolls I assembled myself. Installing new track lighting in the kitchen. Barbecuing dinner. I could have crashed, sliced, electrocuted, or burned myself. But I survived all of these in addition to the day’s more standard activities like walking, showering, and driving.
So why all the bandages? Carrying an empty glass up the stairs before I went to bed, tripping on the top stairs, and falling on my own glass as it shattered on the tile. Could I have been more careful heading up the stairs? Could I have carried the glass in a single hand? Could I have dropped the glass as I was falling? Yes, yes, yes. But I didn’t. And now I’m idiotically tapping out this documentation with my sore, gashed hands.