I am in full on self-destruct mode lately. I don't remember pinching my finger, but somehow I did and it was unbelievably painful for a while. Yesterday I was cutting the sucker branches off the tomatoes. Since I neglected to put on my garden gloves before starting this task, my fingers were quite green--green enough so that I mistook my ring finger for a branch and hacked at it with the garden shears. This morning was spent scrubbing out the insides of the kitchen cupboards. I wasn't quite finished when I dropped a bowl and it shattered. I managed to immediately slice into the same left thumb, and then step on a sliver of glass that is now stuck painfully in my heel. I've gone through these cycles often enough. When I start covering myself with scrapes, bumps, bruises, and cuts, I know a depressed mood is on the way. Fortunately, I've also done this often enough to get on the meds and stop it in a timely fashion.