For some reason I have a very high tolerance for pain. Yesterday we were walking from Toys 'R Us to the Formosa Hotel for dinner when I noticed that there was blood running down my fingers of my right hand. Turns out I'd somehow got a cut on my middle finger next to the fingernail, but had no idea how I managed to do that, and hadn't felt it hurt much at all. It wasn't even clear where the cut was until Maggie was able to wipe off all the other blood and find out where it was coming from. This doesn't happen a whole lot, but it's not unusual for me to find a scrape or cut well after the injury actually occurred, and sometimes with no clue how it happened.