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Ahaha. Haha. Ha.
So, remember how I went out yesterday? Since it was supposed to be some sort of presentation - dad didn't say much until I arrived: it was the son of a friend of his showcasing hi poetry book - I went more or less fancy. My good jeans, a nice blouse, my tailor suit's jacket. But instead of wearing my fancy heels, which still kill my feet, I wore my trusty boots, which are also fancy, just more worn down.
Anyway, as Yumma and I were about to arrive, we had to go through a bridge. Since it's been raining, it was wet and I tripped. Nothing serious, I hurt my right foot but I thought that it probably was the fact that I HATE WEARING SHOES. I'd go everywhere barefoot or with my flipflops if I could, honestly.
But anyway, I ignored it. I came home, saw that I'm probably gonna get a few blisters, and then I'm calm. I mean, my foot hurts but I'm absolutely sure it'd be all set for tomorrow. When I decided to go to bed I took a painkiller feeling SO INCREDIBLY SILLY that I was making it such a huge deal.
Except that today I woke up to find that my pinky-toe on the right food is COVERED IN A BRUISE AND JUST THE IDEA OF MOVING IT HURTS.
TL;DR; I broke my toe. Making it the 3rd time in four times I've gone out that I've ended up injured in the last two months.
So, remember how I went out yesterday? Since it was supposed to be some sort of presentation - dad didn't say much until I arrived: it was the son of a friend of his showcasing hi poetry book - I went more or less fancy. My good jeans, a nice blouse, my tailor suit's jacket. But instead of wearing my fancy heels, which still kill my feet, I wore my trusty boots, which are also fancy, just more worn down.
Anyway, as Yumma and I were about to arrive, we had to go through a bridge. Since it's been raining, it was wet and I tripped. Nothing serious, I hurt my right foot but I thought that it probably was the fact that I HATE WEARING SHOES. I'd go everywhere barefoot or with my flipflops if I could, honestly.
But anyway, I ignored it. I came home, saw that I'm probably gonna get a few blisters, and then I'm calm. I mean, my foot hurts but I'm absolutely sure it'd be all set for tomorrow. When I decided to go to bed I took a painkiller feeling SO INCREDIBLY SILLY that I was making it such a huge deal.
Except that today I woke up to find that my pinky-toe on the right food is COVERED IN A BRUISE AND JUST THE IDEA OF MOVING IT HURTS.
TL;DR; I broke my toe. Making it the 3rd time in four times I've gone out that I've ended up injured in the last two months.