Over the weekend I was moving some items into my new house. While moving my mattress into the house with the help of my brother-in-law, I bumped a ceiling light fixture, which broke and came tumbling toward the ground. In a split second my mind determined that allowing the glass fixture to fall to the ground and shatter was the worst possible outcome. In response, my reflexes kicked in and proudly declared, "I can catch that!" Little did these reflexes know that unhealthy shards of glass were already exposed and as I held out my left arm to at least slow the descent of the glass, one such shard made a clean perforation in my wrist. The blood you see here is in fact the result.
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