I don't really consider myself a klutz, but I'm not exactly accident-free either. The mishaps are infrequent, but the resulting pain and feeling like a jack-ass more than makes up for it. Since starting this blog, I've already documented two of then. Some of you may remember the story of the funky toe, or a nicely-documented account of getting my finger seared to a latex glove.
I new I was overdo for something stupid, especially after the good news this week. Then it happened last night. I accidentally kicked the fucking black guitar case lying on the floor, in the dark. It hurt like a motherfucker and I am 75% sure my pinky toe is broken.
There I was, walking along in the dark, minding my own business, trying to get to bed, when bam! Intense pain, can't make sound, can't breath. I'm sure I've lost three toes and broken my foot. Of course I didn't, but it swelled immediately and by this morning the top of my foot was a lovely shade of purple. Yes, I somehow managed to ram the top and side of my foot simultaneously. America, I've got talent. Go me!
Anyway, I spent the day hobbling around the lab in flip-flops, no less. Once I figured out how to not use my pinky toe in any way, shape or form, I got around OK.
So, I'm ready for Friday and a few cocktails.