Self abuse and not the good kind

I punched myself in the eye on Thursday.

I know, stop laughing. It was an accident. I was tugging on something that was trapped under some other somethings and then it suddenly broke free and POW! I caught myself hard in the eyeball with my fist. I didn't touch any part of my eye socket or I'd probably have a pretty nice shiner by now. But what I do have is more floaters than normal, and a bit of flashing light when I move my eyeball suddenly. Now when one Googles these symptoms, what pops up is pretty friggin' scary. Torn retina! Permanent blindness! Eeeeek!

Needless to say, into the weekend clinic I went. And they shunted me off downtown to the opthamologist on call. Long story short, I'm fine. We''l except I look like David Bowie for the moment with one eye dilated. It was a trip driving home.

The thing is, I have a bunch of self-inflicted injuries all of a sudden. Last week I barely caught my arm on the hot oven rack and I now have a yucky striped burn. The week before, IIRC, I tugged my full suitcase from a clusterfuck on the baggage claim carousel and gave myself an enormous bruise on my thigh. And just now I see another bruise on my other arm and I haven't a clue where that came from! People are going to start looking askance at Mr. Geoviki at this rate. And I'm not even drinking more than usual, which is to say, I do actually remember all parts of each day.

My biorhythms must be out of whack. (Do you remember back in the day when there were computer programs to calculate your biorhythms? One of the first computer memes ever.)

I probably had more interesting things to do today but I think I should just try to remain very still for the next week or two.