I’ll start:
Yesterday I had some heart burn so I think I go to take something to treat it. Apparently I must have forgotten about the heart burn and thought 1 pm was a good time to go to bed because I took a couple of melatonins instead.
When I woke up the heartburn was gone at least!
The second dumb thing was reading the title text of today’s xkcd and looking up necrosis. Images branded in memory forever!
Apparently Thanksgiving Eve is a huge big deal and one of the biggest bar nights of the year. I didn’t know that, had never heard of it, until yesterday. Yesterday also happened to be our last night of on-site clinicals so the other women and I decided hey, let’s go out and celebrate.
I haven’t consumed any alcohol in almost a year and, even then, I didn’t drink often and rarely drank very much.
Last night was a dumb thing. And now I have to be all functional and holiday cheer for the in-laws, which is just… 
I hate yesterday.
You clearly need more practice.
Yesterday I was wearing a fairly new–not expensive, but newish–shirt and then went into the bathroom and put on my glasses to read something and noticed some dirty places in the bathroom that I wouldn’t have seen without my glasses. One thing I noticed was specks of black mildew on the ceiling. So I got the mildew-remover spray and sprayed the ceiling, and of course it dripped from the ceiling onto my shirt, resulting in a few bleached-out spots on my shirt. DURH!
Okay, this thread is a freaking curse. I was reading it idly and wondered if I’d done anything stupid enough to post, then wandered away to fix myself a hot turkey sandwich with yesterday’s leftovers.
While making the sandwich, I spilled a nearly full cup of ice water into the sink. The ice water fell into a pan that was soaking.
I nuked the turkey and gravy in a small microwaveable bowl, which got pretty hot. Though I should have known better, I placed the hot and empty bowl into the pan (now filled with ice water). Heard a crack and assumed it was the ice cubes cracking because of the hot bowl.
Sat down, ate my sandwich and went out to the kitchen to load the dishwasher. Picked up said glass bowl from the sink, watched as rim separated from rest of bowl and sliced open my ring finger. :smack:
(This injury is conveniently located next to the middle finger that is still healing from when I nearly lopped off the tip while making sandwiches.)