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I hit myself in the head with a hammer.

Yes, you read that correctly. As if the past few weeks of illness weren't enough, last week I went and cut a small, but very deep, gash in the side of my nose. I'm incredibly lucky that I didn't get my eye.

How did I do it? Well, this takes extreme talent. I was removing a nail from the wall. A nail that was about 3 feet above my head. A nail stuck not only in drywall, but also a little in the brick behind it. A nail that required extreme strength and pressure on the hammer to remove. Well, of course the nail finally came out, and so did the hammer... with a lot of force. The hammer hit me, I fell backwards off the futon (which I was using as my ladder - brilliant idea) and things went black for about 3 seconds. Then I sat up, grabbed my nose (which hurt like hell) and checked to see that it wasn't broken. It wasn't, but I pulled my hands away and saw blood everywhere. This little gash in my nose took a lot of effort to stop bleeding. It's pretty deep, too, but eventually I got the bleeding to stop so I assume I didn't need stitches.

It's been almost two weeks now and I still have a cut there. I'm pretty sure there's going to be a scar. Luckily, and oddly, it didn't bruise at all. I fully expected to have a black eye or bruised nose a couple of days later. Instead, the bridge of my nose is just still really sore.

Yep, I'm a genius. Any wonderfully dumb injury stories you want to share?