You ever injure some random part of your body, then become involuntarily and intensely aware of how much you use that part in daily living?

I creamed my forehead last night.  Stood up into the corner of a shelf on the wall.  Normally there’s a couch there, so I’ve never trained myself to be careful of that sadistic space.

It slammed my teeth together, and for a while that hurt as much as the obvious injury (thank God my tongue wasn’t in the way).  But now it’s just the forehead.

I joked with Jay that the red stripe is a nouveau bindi.

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