Jay M
It was only when the blood started running down my arms that I suddenly realised that changing the lightbulb while drunk might not have been such a good idea.
It was only when the blood started running down my arms that I suddenly realised that changing the lightbulb while drunk might not have been such a good idea.
I blacked out and woke up in a bigger hospital one hundred miles away from the first when the neurosurgeon flicked my big toe.
Let us hope that the man I saw swerve into a big rig survives to read this sentence.
As I sat in the stranger's van, clutching my knee, the only thing I managed to say was, "I am SO sorry for bleeding on you seat, ma'am."
Just after he hit the road with his face, he thought, "Now I have an excuse for missing class."
I blew out my knee making love to my fiance a week before I had to go to the recruiters office.
When I wrenched my back unpacking the massage table, her anniversary gift suddenly became "ours."
The manager gave me a free pass to come back, but after 14 stitches I decided that ice skating wasn't for me.
As soon as he said "Be careful," I fell down the stairs, breaking both the typewriter and my finger.
I swung the axe convinced I could show my dad a thing or two about cutting wood, but the lesson I learned that day was taught by my toe.
Just one thing: never let a drunk man try to open a can of lager with a knife.
After severly hurting my foot, losing my job, being evicted from our home without cause, nursing my 3 year old through strep, picking my fiance and his totaled car up at the hospital, and going into debt, I wondered, "what else can happen in one month?"