Domestic Fail

I already told you that I burnt myself with the iron on Tuesday. It's almost gash-like, on the outside of my forearm near the elbow. It wasn't so bad on Tuesday. I even felt like I didn't rub it or bang it very often. It hurt more yesterday. It's killing me today. And I discovered I run into walls a lot. And I open the car door with that part of my arm. And when my bag falls off my shoulder, guess where it lands? I'm getting sticky vitamin E everywhere. And I can't sleep on that side (which is ok because I normally sleep on the other side, but if the cat wants pettins, I can't help her).

Yeah. Domestic fail. Just when I thought it wasn't so bad.