Fattened my lip (pull on nail from above, bring hammer straight into mouth).
Put a staple into the palm of my hand (well the stapler is backwards).
Stepped on a tack barefoot (drunk-moving a mattress).
Bashed wrists. (at one point I was in the crawl space and stumbled. If you fall while walking on A-frame supports in a crawl space you’ll land on the homeowner’s drywall ceiling and probably punch through it. All I had available was one wrist to put down while arcing down towards the joists, smashed that up pretty good. Did not fall through.)
Hey Owen – Do you remember me? I think of you and Malcolm often. I was Craig Hefner’s girlfriend (Burns Park) in the early 70’s. You were the sweetest kid, and now I understand you are a genome phenom. Anyway, if you do, write to me some time.