"Accidents will happen" is the title of a song by Elvis Costello from the
late 70's. And as you all know, most accidents happen in your very own home.
On February 24, it happened to me...

Does this story include cats? Both no and yes. I will explain...

On that evening (Saturday 23th of February), I had been out with some
friends of mine, having a few beers and a good time. I went home around
midnight and sat down by my PC to look up some mail and news and so on. The
cats were happy that I came back, and everything was shere harmony in our
little home.

But, suddenly, I got something down my throat, some saliva or something like
that. The normal reaction to this is to start coughing it up again, and
that's what I did, too. But, unfortunately, I couldn't stop coughing! I was
coughing and coughing and coughing until I just passed out!

The next thing I know, I layed on the floor. I guess I had been gone for
about five seconds, and when I woke up, I didn't know where I was, and why I
were there. I stretched out my arm, and my hand landed in the cats' water
bowl. "Aha", I thought, but I still couldn't understand what had happened.
The strange feeling I had in my face alarmed me, something wet was running
down my cheek. After a brief examination, I found out it was blood... I
dried it off the best I could, and found that the cats' second food bowl was
broken. When I passed out, I had crashed my face into the food bowl! I got
up and went to the bathroom to see what I looked like. Not a pretty sight, I
will say! My lower eyelid was cut open right in the middle, but my eye
itself wasn't hurt at all. But still, I looked as if I had been out in a big
fight.

I went to bed after having cleaned myself the best I could, but the morning
after, I found out I had to go to the hospital (ER) to let them take a look
at it. The next day, I had to go to the hospital's eye ward to let them
examine me to see if there were any hidden damages to my eye. They found
nothing, but they found out that they had to mend my eyelid a bit better. It
had started growing up completely wrong. So, the next day I had a surgery
where they stitched me up and made me look normal again.

The doctor said that I couldn't go to work for two weeks. "What?", I said.
"I've just been on a three weeks vacation, I have been working for one week,
and now you're saying that I can't go to work for two more weeks??" The day
after, I understood why... My eye hurt badly, and I really needed the time
to get well again.

Now I have been working for one week, but I have still got a tiny
inflammation which I am medicating now.

Some of my friends have said that I should get some plastic food bowls for
the cats, but I won't do that. They get sratched and will eventually carry a
lot of bacterias.

How the cats reacted to my stunt? Well, they went over to check if their
food was still in place, and later they comforted me all night in bed...