This is kind of silly but I've just had the goldarndest bad luck with my right knee. So, awhile back, a tripped on the stair coming into the house carrying both baby Ollie and groceries. There was no way to stop myself lunging full on into my lovely brick Tudor home other than to take the full force in the knees. Um, ouchy. Huge bloody hole in my knee. Took forever to heal. Finally, right when the scab had pretty much fallen off and it was mostly all better, we had an incident at the library. Lets just say I fell to my knees to clap my hand over Libby's screaming mouth. In the process...you guessed it, skinned the crud out of that same knee. Wasn't too happy about that. So that wound healed quicker than the other one, but still took awhile. (Also, I have a little tiny tendency to pick scabs, so that didn't help any...) Anyway, if you can believe it, the other day after I closed my front door, I spun around to walk into the kitchen and caught my knee HARD on the coffee table. Gouged the dickens out of that same knee! What the heck!?
Pretty much I have a huge scar on my knee that I don't think is going anywhere anytime soon. Looking on the bright side, at least it wasn't my face.