I'm a wounded mess.
Not really, it could be much worse, but my right arm needs love.
A few weeks ago, I was taking the stroller out of the car at the Wrentham Outlets and somehow managed to get my tiny little pinkie caught in the snapping mechanism that locks the stroller into a solid position so the kids can sit in it. It felt like my finger was caught between two rocks with a blade in between them, and a 200 lb guy was sitting on the top rock. Not fun.
A deep cut that probably could have used a stitch is still there and still hurts weeks later.
Then I'm ironing the other night and somehow manage to get a burn on the inside of my arm about two inches up from my wrist. It's straight and long and I cannot believe how many times a day I hit that area. It's exactly where my arm tends to rest when I'm typing and I manage to scrape or bang it at least five times a day.