My Injuries..... and yes multiple

I think at this stage of the game it's time to talk about all of the injuries I've suffered since the beginning of the trip.

First, my right middle finger.  I was, of course, talking to the people in front of my as I'm going through security when I smashed my finger into the metal casing around the x-ray machine for the luggage.  It took a good 3 minutes before I realized I was gushing blood.

Second, the top of my left hand, two scratches courtesy of Moritz the cat.

Third, a gash in the life line of my right hand, a forget-me-not from Karlo the cat.

Fourth, two matching bruises on my hips from a very nasty wreck three days ago.  There I was, flying down the hill after Florian, when he jutted to the right.  I could not cut to the right due to some probably Italian skiier coming straight toward where I would go.  So, I had to stay straight and go over the mound of snow without any clue what awaited me on the other side.... Of course, it was basically a mini ravine.  So, my skis popped off, launched me in the air, and down the mountain 25 to 35 meters.  I hit my hips and my head off the ice, and heard a strange language being spoken.  Luckily, I wasn't too loopy and remembered the majority of the people speak German and figured he was asking me if I was okay. 

Fifth, a small swelled up spot on my right cheek.  Thank you daddy.... well it was an accident and probably really funny to watch happen.  Oliver, Anita, dad, and I were getting off our very ski lift for the day yesterday, but Anita wasn't paying that much attention.  So, when we pulled up the bar her feet were still on the feet rest thingy.....  If you've never been on a ski lift, then this description won't be of much help.  But, if you have then you will understand what kind of problem that would pose.  So, there the four of us where trying to get Anita's feet out from the foot rest and the bar raised, and when we were finally settled the stupid lifty hadn't stopped or slowed the lift.  Instead of being able to easily stand up and exit the lift down the little slope, we had to jump off it about 5 feet up in the air.  Anita fell over and dad's arms flung out, punching me in the face with his ski pole. But, for the potential chaos and major accident that could have ensued from that, I will take the only injury being a small swelling under my right eye.... as long as it doesn't turn black & blue on me in the next few days.

Only I could go on this trip and leave with all of these injuries.... at least I didn't hit any trees or innocent bystanders.....