A sure sign that I am overwhelmed and stressed is when I start injuring myself in strange ways.
I've hit my head twice on counters hard enough to leave a bruise and a goose egg, one at home and one at school.
Then it gets weird.
Not the most flattering photo, but shows the impacts point and blackish eyes from a school incident with a chair. My students love to sit in the "comfy chair" -- a cushy office chair on wheels. They also like to messed with the settings and make it super low. I couldn't get it to come back up sitting on it, so I braced the base with my foot and pulled up as I pulled the lever. Unfortunately the student also tipped the backrest all the way back, and I got that lever by accident. It punched me in the face. I was very lucky that it wasn't a half inch lower or it would have likely broken my nose.
Then, after the Superbowl, I picked Lucky up to bring him to his food, and Bryce dropped a dish in the sink, making a loud noise. Lucky freaked out and...
I'm so lucky he missed my eye. The one by by nose was deep and bled a lot, and the one on my chin got caught and was more of a puncture wound. So now I'm on antibiotics and had to get a tetanus booster.
Plus my shoulder is still messed up from my fall in November and my PT thinks I might have torn my labrum.
I'm great. Everything's great. This year is insanely rough. I think the exhaustion makes me susceptible to accidents... The year we ended our parenthood journey had stress induced autoimmune issues, bit also accidents -- I broke a tooth, I fell on the sidewalk outside school, I fell on an ice skating trip. Gosh bodies are smart. I am so grateful for break next week. I need it so I don't literally come apart at the seams.