Hello peoples, after a pretty crappy week it felt only right that I came and vent over here. On monday I had an accident after staying too long on a design. I started at 9:00 am on sunday and went on and off during the day until 3am monday designing a newspaper ad for work which was very interesting and challenging in my opinion. I couldn't stop because I was having so much fun with it, but at the same time there was this lingering fear of not delivering it on time (it was due for monday at 11:00 am).

At 3am I went to bed thinking I'd sleep a couple hours, be fine and go to work and finish it off then. At 6am I got up and went to look for my towel to get in the bathroom and on my way back my eyelids suddenly began to close all of themselves and it was only after I had hit my head hard that I realized I had fallen asleep while walking. I thought everything was fine, but then mom came running down the corridor with a very nervous voice. I tried to get up, but couldn't do it on my own, maybe because I was still half asleep or perhaps the shock was too much and then something happened...

Blood started dripping in droves to the floor, like my head was a fountain and someone left the tap open too long. Next thing I know one of my brothers is looking for a mop while the other tries to keep our dog from cleaning the blood with his tongue. I keep thinking it's just a flesh wound, but then I look up my mug in the bathroom window and see a large gash right above my left eyebrow. Mom called my dad who'd just left a couple minutes ago and by the time he gets back the bleeding has been stopped.

We went to the hospital and had to wait a while for a plastic surgeon to get to the ER. He sowed the thing with "30 stitches or so" he says (apparently he ran out of 4 yarns of thread and didn't keep count).

I got leave of absence at work for 3 days and spent the rest of monday morning getting calls from the guys at the office asking how to end the design I'd done (my boss had come to pick up at my house while I was in the hospital). It was turned in at 2pm, but still made it to the papers.

This sort of thing has never happened to me before, but I guess there's always a first (and hopefully last) time for it. We can all look back at it and laugh now. Right? :(