[PM_Mama00]

I've hit my head on windows before, on couch arm rests.

I sprained my wrist by slapping a guy across the face, and it still hurts a year later. On New Years Day I smacked that wrist once on the corner of the table, and once on the doorknob in my office. Needless to say, it hurt again for a while.

I was bouncing on a bed at our Rush Retreat one year, and the ceilings were low. I forgot, stood up, and gave myself a minor concussion.

I went to put my head on my ex's arm, and he decided to get up at the same time, and I smacked my eye on his elbow.

I'm sure there's more but I can't rememer. I'm the queen of injuring myself.

Oh yeah. Freshman year of high school, the new members on the tennis team had the job of carrying out the ball crates, hula hoops, jump ropes, radio, anything you can think of. There was a large hill down to the courts. In front of the whole team, including the senior managers that were on the boys' team, I tripped in a hole and fell, and everything went tumbling down the hill. No one helped me pick everything up.