This past weekend, I decided I was going to try and clean up a large hurricane lamp candle holder that fiance Thom had at his house.  It had about 3 candle's worth of wax at the bottom of the glass, and I wanted to see if I could salvage it. I used a table knife to try and scrape the wax away, knowing that I had to be pretty careful with it. I know if you slide the knife between the glass and the wax, there's a chance you can break the glass.   Nevertheless, I was bent low over the garbage can and making great progress...when suddenly the glass broke. Instantly, I knew something had gone into my eye, but I wasn't sure if it was wax or glass. I yelled for Thom, and he wasn't sure what to do.  His first instinct was to go to the emergency room, but I wanted to see if I could fix the problem myself. He told me to shake my head around, and see if the glass would just fly out of my eye.  No such luck.  He told me not to move my eye around too much, because he was afraid if it was glass, it would scratch my eye. Finally I decided to try a little Visine.  Sure enough, the object floated right to the rim of my eye, and I was able to get it out with no problem. It turns out it was glass, but not jagged at all, so there was no scratching.  Thom reminded me of how lucky I was, and said it easily could've been much worse.

That got me to thinking about other times when I got mildly injured in rather unusual ways.  There was the time we were having a family reunion at the golf course, and my brother decided to show off while driving the golf cart.  I was riding beside him, and when he tried to flip a "cookie", I flew out of the cart and onto the rock-covered driveway.  So much for golf not being a contact sport.  He felt really bad about it. He was just being a teenager. But my entire side was bruised up for the rest of that reunion.

Then, when I was working at a TV station in Lincoln, NE, I was getting my desk supplies set up after moving into a new cubicle. For some reason I had a 3-hole punch sitting on my desk.  When I bent down to pick something off the floor, while sitting in my chair, I bumped my head on the 3-hole punch.  Actually, it was more like a puncture, because it started bleeding. Who knew office supplies could be so dangerous?

I have a feeling there are other incidents like this that I've just "chosen" to forget over the years. Fiance' Thom chalked up this past weekend's candle incident to me...just being me.  If that's the case, I hope he's prepared for a very adventurous married life.  All will be fine as long as we keep the insurance paid up.