About 1pm I was cleaning up some spilled water and other stuff from behind the back of our soon to be traded in washer. I stood up, forgetting that just above the washer at shoulder height was a 7" shelf. Head met sharpest corner of shelf, hard, resulting in the following: 1. Lots of words that would get me banned on TB; 2. Bleeding - just enough to be kinda scary; 3. Very scared wife and 6 yo daughter; 4. Demands from #3 above that I "have to get it looked at now"; 5. Trip to walk in care center since doctor's office is closed; 6. Two-hour wait to be seen - actually not bad; 7. Four stitches on a 1.25 inch gash in head; 8. Doctor's orders to take it easy; 9. Call to bandleader saying I'm gonna have to miss tonight's Christmas benefit gig, on doctor's orders; 10. Relief to find that sub bass player has been located; 11. A sense that things turned out generally okay; 12. A realization that my wife is a LOT toughter than I give her credit for sometimes.