Have you noticed how many different ways there are to get oneself hurt, at home and outside? All the implements that are used to ease our daily chores provide endless combinations to cause injuries, deliberately or by accident.

Tables, chairs and boxes are things that are found everywhere and I'm always wary of the sharp corners that are provided to make it convenient to put out an eye should one so desire. Add to this all the sticky-outie things all over the house - taps, shelves, handles; they're all handy ways to inflict damage on ones person. This of course, doesn't take into account the means to get electrocuted, radiated or just plain fried.

Outside the house is no haven either. If anything, its so much more dangerous. Spikes on the gates, ignorant drivers, invisible potholes, unmarked barriers, lone, forgotten electricity poles in the middle of the road, they were all constructed as instruments of carnage, if you ask me, which you didn't but I'll just keep going on as if you did, alright?

One of my 'pet' fears is being struck by a stone shot into the air by a passing vehicles tyre. No, not the ones that are tossed up harmless by the rising edge of the tyre, but the ones that are caught at an awkward angle between the outer edge of the tyre and the road and then, when the tension is released, are shot into the air rather forcefully. I know it's a very irrational and unfounded fear and the chances of the stone actually being thrown hard enough and hitting and injuring you are lesser than my blog winning the Pulitzer but there you go. I always jump at the pop when it happens nearby.

So, it occurs to me, we're all just walking around, waiting for that one accident, that'll take us out, to happen. Scary, isn't it?

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