Yesterday, BabyDaddy showed up early from work, and it took me a moment to figure out that his shirt was torn in a few places. He had fallen while out surveying into a chain-link fence, and it looked as if a bear had attacked him on his chest and arms. While he was in pain, generally he was alright, and this morning, the scratches and bruising was better.
When he fell, his first thought was that the metal bar that supports a chain-link fence had actually broken his skin, but it ended up that he’ll just have a gorgeous bruise and probably bruised his ribs because of it.
It’s kind-of sad to say, but at least I’m not the only one that can be dangerous to myself at times.