Like Clockwork

Each time before a big meet I choose to help somebody with a mechanical project of some sort. Like clockwork, I sustain some sort of bodily harm. This time it was fixing a computer, a sharp edge sliced my finger open. It might need a stitch but its one of those injuries that if you actually went to the emergency room the doctor would give you a look like "you're kidding me, right? I have a patient in the next room whose arm just fell off."

I'm sure I'll survive, hope my finger stays attached while racing tomorrow!