Here I am, and no, I didn't join a motorcycle gang or anything. A week or so ago when Whitney was moving, she gave Mason this little exercise wheel dealie.






.....And today I thought I would give it a try. Haha. Big Mistake. BIG mistake. I got down on my knees and gave it a push. Whoops! It took off so fast... my forehead hit the hardwood floor HARD. I was stunned for a few seconds, then felt something warm running down my face. Blood. Oh my gosh. I stumbled into the other room and looked in the mirror. I had a 2.5 inch gash on my forehead, it wouldn't stop bleeding, and my neck was really hurting too. What to do, what to do. I was at home alone. Bo was in Gruver, Mason at work. ......OK. I knew I needed stitches because it was a nasty looking gash. I got a wet rag and held it on the cut and drove myself to the Urgent Care center. Mason called in the mean time, and met me there, and Bo left the feedyard and started heading this way.

Yes, you definately need stitches, the Dr said.

Ugh, what about the scar, I asked.

Well, we could try using glue instead of stitches. Hopefully that won't leave as bad of a scar, but you will have a scar.

Great.

So he glued me up, bandaged me up, told me to watch for signs of a concussion, said I would have a sore neck for several days, and sent me home.

Didn't I just run my face into the garage door back in January??? Boy, oh boy. Seems I'm on a mission to destroy my face or something. Hopefully this is the end of that mission.