The other night as I got out of the shower I called for Brian, who was working in the office. I asked him to please go downstairs to bring me a paper towel and the band-aids. He asked if I cut myself shaving and I told him "No". Rather than fetching the requested items he felt it necessary to come into the bathroom to see if it was truly necessary for him to go ALL THE WAY downstairs to get what I needed. His eyes got huge when he saw the blood dripping from my hand. After explaining what happened he was then more than happy to run my errand.
Actually, this isn't my first bathroom injury. When I was 7 years old I managed to leave the bathroom with a need for 20 stitches in my elbow. Again, no razor blade was involved. I totally blame it on my brother. You see, I was minding my own business, standing on the bathroom counter brushing my teeth. And spitting into the sink below me. Oh, did I mention Eric was standing at the sink brushing his teeth? No? Sorry. Anyhoo . . . he pushed me, while I was in mid-brush, into the light fixture beside the mirror. My elbow busted up the entire thing with glass flying everywhere. Good times.
OK, have you figured out how I cut myself in the shower without a razor? No? Well then let me explain. After getting into the shower I realized that I forgot to replace the empty conditioner bottle/tube. Actually, I remembered that I forgot to replace it again. You see, I've been squeezing out the last little bit for the past week. (You have done this, haven't you?) I (wrongly) figured that I could squeeze out just enough for one more application. I flipped open the lid, held it in one hand, and rolled down the rest of the tube, like a toothpaste tube, with the other hand. Suddenly everything slipped in my hands and the lid raced past the pad of my thumb, carving a wide gash almost an inch long. It bled like a son of a gun! I didn't worry too much and just went about my business, using a different type of conditioner already in the shower. By the conclusion of my shower the bleeding still hadn't let up which is why I called for Brian, since I didn't want to bleed all over the white towels.
Let me just say that the last little bit of conditioner, which I never did manage to squeeze out, has been sooo not worth the aggravation of this little bathroom injury.
So now my thumb is covered in dermabond and there is a new tube of conditioner in the shower.