I bite dust Tuesday

Today has been wrought with mishaps, not just the benign kinds because those tend to happen almost daily but ones that are deviously harmful.

Case in point the latest kitchen injury both to self and my favourite bone china bowl.

Let's begin with the bone china bowl that slipped and fell in the kitchen sink while I cleaned with great care which supposedly wasn't as great or else why would it have slipped and fallen and chipped an edge?
It didn't break and unless you don't scrutinize it the sheared edge that is on the inside of the bowl isn't visible and speaking of things getting chipped we come to the second injury which keeps me from typing well on the computer and I realize now the utmost importance of index finger in such matters because this post is full of typos. 
I have sliced off half a nail along with some underlying flesh clean off my index finger and to say that it hurts would be an understatement because it took me a solid ten minutes to wash the blood off the vegetables and chopping board and it sounds gross but I found the severed nail stuck on some flesh on the floor and there's probably a lesson in there somewhere but I'm far too infuriated to find education in injuries.

I mean there I was chopping a green onion with a carrot wedged between my teeth that I was merrily chomping at after a good workout hour and suddenly I was screaming in pain, putting pressure on my finger and watching blood trickle through my clasped fingers. 
I thought I'd sliced some vein because damn it there was blood and it began running in small channels as it came in contact with water on my wooden chopping board making a mess of things.
I stood there for a good minute just trying to understand what happened and looked around in case I'd accidentally lopped my finger off but then I saw my nail on the floor and it bothered me to think how bloody careless I'd been.

I still had the carrot in my mouth and tears in my eyes.  

A fragment of me now lies in the dustbin and the agonizing anticlimax being that after dressing my wound I finished cooking my lunch and tearfully ate it along with a painkiller because my oh my oh my.

And oh, the fantastical irony being the knife which hacked off my finger was the same one I sharpened this morning, but the knife isn't to blame since I was callous enough in wielding it.
In fact, I was apathetic and most of all incautious.

The lesson being practise prudence no matter how uncomplicated the task might be, no matter how many thousands of times you've done that one thing, accidents can happen that one second you aren't looking.   

injuries etc.

Do not overstrain, overtrain, overstress is something I have always preached except there are times when I forget to practise it.
Case in point my latest injury that manifested itself in clunky pain in the front of my left thigh last Friday when I was going about my Bulgarian split squat.
I felt my quadricep suddenly tighten and shoot a sharp pain in the front and side thigh area, a pain I'd never experienced before and I ignored it because it didn't linger on much, and soon when I had changed my focal point to other parts of my body in that workout circuit I forgot about it and the weekend went by smooth with some soreness that is hardly alarming and in fact that particular area didn't even ache.

Fast forward today, when I decided to finish my workout with a short burst of high-intensity cardio and was unable to lift myself up from a lunge because my left quad just seized up and near cramped, and I was down on the floor, unable to get up.
It hurt miserably and it was the same ache near ten times stronger in the same area feeling like someone had hit me with a brick or substituted those muscles with masonry.

I've been applying ice packs since and reevaluating all the wrong decisions in my head.
The regret is strong.

My decision to take it slow after a month-long relaxed routine didn't last long because a couple days after I began exercising with diligence I felt that it wasn't enough and that I could take and needed more, which is why each day I upped the ante and what should have been a gradual easing in was something of a rushed run in and instead of slowly incrementing the intensity of workouts and exercises I pushed to a point which at this stage was beyond my capacity.

Just goes on to show that I'm made of follies and I can't berate myself enough for being such a numbskull.
The message was given last week and I didn't take it.
Haven't I been through this once before with my shoulder?
I repeated the same ignorant foolish acts and hurt myself, putting myself out of any strenuous exercises for at least a month now.

This is just silly, gods help me, I'm limping now.