I am one of the most accident prone people I know, but I don't (often) hurt myself in a big way, and the constant battery of scrapes, bumps, and bruises has made me very good at dealing with pain.

However, there is one of note. It left a large scar on my forehead above my right eye that I affectionately named "Edwin". I was in my second year of college, and had 5 days of class, followed by nearly 20 hours at my job over the weekend. The first day in months I had off was at Thanksgiving, where my body was confused by the stop. I was struggling with feminine problems, exhausted, sickly, and after dinner crept into my parents large jacuzzi bathtub for a good, long, soak.

I cranked the water on, HOT, and marinated. I pulled the plug and stood up to put a bottle away, and the next thing I knew I was pulling my face out of the water, facing the opposite way, with a groan, head aching. I almost started to bawl before a little voice in the back of my head chimed "Why am I crying? It doesn't hurt that much" and then it stopped hurting. I gently touched a hand to my forehead, still disoriented, and saw it come away red.

My Mother heard "THUD" followed by a loud, pained groan, followed by the most heart felt "Oh SHIT". I somehow managed to get out of the tub, wrap myself in a towel, and wipe the blood off my face before she started hammering down the door.

She insisted my Father take me to get stitches for my bleeding face. The nurse did the usual small town chit chat as she checked me in to be looked at, to which she said "Oh, seems you've never been here before!" merrily.

To which my Father looked at me, pursed his lips, and said "We always meant to beat you but could just never find the time" which led to nurse to look more conflicted then I think she had been in a very long time. I laughed.

They glued my head back together, told me it was heat exhaustion, and sent me on my way to go earn the nick name "Harry Potter".