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Interesting tidbit I discovered today:
Crush your foot between the door of the shower and the tile block that supports it, and you can't even swear it hurts so much. All you can do is just whimper and watch your foot swell up with a goose-egg so large you can't put your shoes on without nearly screaming in pain.
On the plus side, the arch of my foot is now almost black. I say this as a plus, because lately, it's seemed like I'm faking it when all of my injuries don't come up as bruises because they're buried too deeply (see: right forearm at Smashing Pumpkins concert, collision of just below right knee and wooden bedframe, right elbow into doorframe yesterday morning, left shin into bookcase the other night).
And nobody likes a faker.
Crush your foot between the door of the shower and the tile block that supports it, and you can't even swear it hurts so much. All you can do is just whimper and watch your foot swell up with a goose-egg so large you can't put your shoes on without nearly screaming in pain.
On the plus side, the arch of my foot is now almost black. I say this as a plus, because lately, it's seemed like I'm faking it when all of my injuries don't come up as bruises because they're buried too deeply (see: right forearm at Smashing Pumpkins concert, collision of just below right knee and wooden bedframe, right elbow into doorframe yesterday morning, left shin into bookcase the other night).
And nobody likes a faker.