The other day I was slicing some pepper-jack cheese and I cut my finger. It ruined my day.
Then it occurred to me that this job, (cartooning) is probably the least dangerous job I've ever had. When I worked at a restaurant I would cut, burn, and bruise myself all the time, and I would never think anything of it. When I worked at the zoo I was was always in danger of getting stepped on or kicked by a camel. At the airport if I didn't pay attention I could get run over by a plane, or sucked into an engine.
But this job? Sometimes I bump my shin on the coffee table. That's about it. I think it's softening me up. I've decided that on weekends I need to start doing dangerous things, like running naked through the desert, or challenging stray dogs to fight me. I'll let you know how it goes.