Just now, while doing the dishes, I managed to stab myself in the arm with a big carving knife. Luckily not with much force, so the puncture wound is minimal, as is the amount of blood.
My capacity to harm myself in the kitchen always amazes me. But at least the knife had already been washed, so I won’t get an infection and eventually land in the hospital, at the mercy of House. Silver linings and all that.
On the upside, my undomesticity also means I could never get turned into a Stepford Wife without anyone noticing. So that’s good.