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You may remember awhile back that I had mentioned that I've had roughly 13 really close calls to meet my 'maker'. Well, we can add a couple more to that. Friday morning I was going into town to meet with the Editor of the paper and when I got to the two main highway sections, I was unable to see to my right because of dense fog and the sun reflecting through it. Even though I was moving slowing out into the lane, a pick-up truck almost tore the whole right side of my car off. And do you think when he saw me creeping out into his lane he would have hit the horn? Hell no. No wreck. Later in the day I went to dump, clean & refill the donkeys water tub. I always squeeze between the barb wire to get from my side yard into the pasture. Well, my right knee got caught on the RUSTY, barb spikes; and wouldn't let go. No blood flow; which was creepy. I did the do and came in the house and scrubbed the boo-boo with Apple Cider Vinegar and applied hot, wet compresses to pull out any poison. Saturday morning I go out to clear more of the 6' tall Goat Weed from the pasture. The stems on these suckers are pretty substantial and I got hit a few times, which is no big deal; as a rule. Well.....a few minutes after being hit, I felt some pain in my left wrist. I look at it and there is a huge blood clot that is black and blue. Well crap!! I raised my arm to let the blood flow towards the shoulder, but De Nada. I slapped my forearm, swiveled the wrist and shook the whole arm . Nope. Decision time. I went to the ER and yes I did bust a blood vessel, but fortunately no clot that was going to head for my heart. They told me to wrap it and take an antibiotic. Came home and wrapped it and after a few hours the blood bubble disappeared; however it is seriously black and blue. So yeah, more to add to the total number of escapes.