That's why they call me Grace!
Tim was over tonight showing me The Indigo Prophecies (I love watching other people play video games), and I had moved my TV to the living room so we could hook it up to the laptop and watch on the bigger screen. When we called it a night, I grabbed the TV (not quite a flat-screen, but very compact and easy to move) and was getting it set up back in the bedroom when my NINJA-LIKE SKILLZ caused me to knock the DVD player off its shelf and onto my foot, edge-first.
My scream of "FUCK!" brought Tim thundering to my rescue (it took me a moment of sucking in air to be able to call out that I was okay). He helped me to my feet, and we got ice on it ASAP, but there was a deep purple bruise already forming.
The ice is helping, I took some Tylenol to keep the swelling down, and I can walk on it, so all things considered it's not too bad. I much prefer this to spraining my ankle. That said, I think I'll be leaving a note on my downstairs neighbors door apologizing for the loud noises and profanity at such an ungodly hour. They've been ideal neighbors thusfar, and I'd rather they know I'm clumsy than think I'm some inconsiderate asshole.
My scream of "FUCK!" brought Tim thundering to my rescue (it took me a moment of sucking in air to be able to call out that I was okay). He helped me to my feet, and we got ice on it ASAP, but there was a deep purple bruise already forming.
The ice is helping, I took some Tylenol to keep the swelling down, and I can walk on it, so all things considered it's not too bad. I much prefer this to spraining my ankle. That said, I think I'll be leaving a note on my downstairs neighbors door apologizing for the loud noises and profanity at such an ungodly hour. They've been ideal neighbors thusfar, and I'd rather they know I'm clumsy than think I'm some inconsiderate asshole.