Hand-Eye-Non-Conformation

See that red scratch on my freakishly fair thigh? It doesn't look much, and it sure didn't feel much; until I went into the shower and it stung.

Now, two thoughts have formed while I succumbed to the mind-blowing sting, followed by crouching at the corner of the shower and asking, "Why me?!".

1) The intensity of the sting surprised me. I didn't realise it was such a bad scratch (keeping in mind the word "bad" is relative to the situation here because, yes, I know, that's a minor issue but I didn't expect it to be an "issue" in the first place).

But is it really a bad scratch? Or is it because I'm in my thirties?! Has my "healing factor" finally slowed down now that I'm in my thirties because the scratch was from more than 6 hours ago? Or is it because my tolerance for pain has decreased? Or both?

2) And let me start off number 2 by telling the story of how I got this scratch.

I haven't been sleeping well for the past month. I'm waking up a few times in the middle of the night, sometimes to sneeze and sometimes to pee. Of course, sometimes it's both. So naturally, when this happened, the quality of slumber was compromised. And with that, throughout the day I wouldn't be functioning anywhere close to my best.

But, this particular day, which was two days ago, the lethargy hit me bad. I was yawning the whole morning and my eye lids felt like how Tom in "Tom & Jerry" had those 50kg weights attached to them.

And sometime in that morning, I had to go to the toilet for a number 2 (how ironic this is also number 2). I usually like to read during this type of transaction but this was at the office and my book was at home (I'm currently reading Left Hand Of God - very interesting but I digress). So I took out my ever-reliable, entertainment-filled Nexus One and started on Angry Bird.

Just as I was done, somehow, my left thumb with average-length finger nail (what's average? Err, few days without trimming?) lost its coordination. The distance with which I thought it was apart from my freakishly fair thigh was miss-judged. Somehow, I scratched myself while trying to put my Nexus One back into my pants' pocket that's wrapping around my ankles.

I don't recall ever having this kind of "accident" when I was in my twenties, but then again my mind isn't what it used to be too - but that's another can of worms that I don't want to open now.

Suffice to say, I better be more aware now or I'll be more accident-prone. Accidents occurring outside of my control, that's understandable and forgivable; but accidents inflicted on myself unnecessarily, that's just silly and sad.