Occam's Razor

For the past few days, I've been discovering cuts all over my hands, and most recently, a cut on my wrist. I don't remember getting these gashes and don't usually notice until I see blood. Or wash my hands with lime juice. Since it's been increasingly humid lately and my hands do not seem drier than usual, there can only be three possible explanations:

1. My skin is mutating. It has evolved into phenotypically smooth, normal skin even as its dry, easily crackling traits remain.
   
2. My subconscious is trying to kill me. I have been self-inflicting cuts in my sleep. Probably something to do with my mother. Or my hierarchy of needs.
3. Stigmata.