I hate when stuff like that happens and I feel like the universe is dumping on me. Couple of weeks ago I cut open my hand, went to the medicine cabinet for supplies and the hydrogen peroxide fell out on me when I opened the door. I bent down to pick it up and stood up hitting my head on the open door. At this point, alone in the house, I actually asked the universe out loud what I had done to deserve this. And it answered (doing too much at once and not being attentive to what I was doing). Breath in. breath out. start over.