I keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding

I mentioned in my last post that I’d cut my thumb last night and that it had started bleeding again during this morning’s run. What I didn’t mention is that slicing my thumb was just one of a number of Sunday mishaps that apparently show that I should be more worried about Sunday the 15th than Friday the 13th:

1. I went to eat some carrots and didn’t realize until I took a bite that they had turned (slimy, with a white film)
2. while putting away some containers, I dropped a small glass dish that shattered across the kitchen floor
3. sliced my thumb
4. at 4 a.m. (OK, this technically was Monday), I must have swung my arm in my sleep, knocking a glass of iced tea from my nightstand, spilling it on the bed, my pillow, the floor, the wall — yuck

I hope this string of bad luck abates.

Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie. View all posts by hankkalet