A Year of Near Misses --Part 3

I've chosen to break these "incidents" into three sections. The first part, which you can find if you scroll down, is a review of the 7 times I've been pulled over by the police in the past year.
Part 2 is a history of traffic accidents and so forth over the past year.
Part 3, the part you're reading now, is about personal injuries.
So, here goes:
One morning Trevor woke up. He does that every morning actually, but this morning was different. This morning he decided to stand up next to Erica's bed and poke her in the eye. Seemed like a fun thing at the time. Erica began complaining shortly thereafter about her eye. She laid around all day and wouldn't even play at the playplace at McDonald's. This was serious. We took her to the hospital and they patched her eye and told us to bring her back the next day and see a specialist. We did and the specialist said "the worst thing you could do for her eye was to put a patch on it, I'm not sure why the doctor did that yesterday." Thanks, doc. So, this doctor was corneal specialist and she determined Erica had a significant "corneal abrasion." In other words, her cornea was scratched enough that he could see the scratch.
He ordered her to sit in a dark room, without TV, without coloring, without looking at books and no physical exercise. WOW! What does a 5 year old do if they can't do those things? They sit and you read books to them. That was a long week.
The scratch healed and as far as we know, there was no lasting damage. Trevor now knows not to touch people's eyes.
#2 I was walking down the street one day. There are vendors EVERYWHERE in Thailand selling fruit and things like that. Many of them have large umbrellas over their carts to provide shade. As I was walking, I was looking down reading a receipt I had just been given when I abruptly came to a halt because my face hurt. I had run squarely into a peg on the large 6 foot umbrella covering a vendor's cart. It hit about 1 inch below my left eye and left a red scrape for a couple days. That was a near miss that I'm glad to have missed. Note to self: don't walk and read in Bangkok.
#3 While visiting Courtney's sister in Cambodia in February, I found a super cute "pile" of little black and white puppies. We were visiting a pastors home and these puppies were in a box out in front of their house. I walked up to the box while Forrest (my brother-in-law) talked to the people. While bending over petting the super cute puppies, I felt what seemed to be something scratching the back of my right leg. I was wearing shorts that day. I turned rather quickly to find that the mother of these super cute puppies wasn't at all happy about me touching them. She again made a lunge at my leg but only scraped the back of my calf with her teeth. Now I was faced with a dilemma. Do I turn and kick the pastors dog over the roof of their little house or do I try to slowly back out of the situation. I decided not to kick the dog and I made my getaway. As I retreated, she continued to try to finish her business of biting me. By this time the pastor's daughter had seen what was going on and ran the dog off.
I can't overemphasize how glad I was that I hadn't been bitten by a mangy, mongrel of a dog in the middle of the middle of the middle of NOWHERE Cambodia where my in-laws live. I haven't messed with any "super cute puppies" since that time.

So that's the story of personal misadventures. If you've got time, read the next couple of entries. Some of them are pretty funny.