well, *that* was smart.

Managed to smash my foot. Again.

(The last time was in January; my foot was riding too close to the floor, the toe of my shoe snagged on a sticky spot, and the chair kept going. This was at a leadership retreat for church stuff, which was epic lolsome, since I spent the next day in a haze of pain and vicodin, and I swear I didn't contribute much but they didn't seem to mind me being around, and then went home, and had a month or two of complete ow. I was fairly sure I'd broken something, the x-ray said I didn't but there's enough freaking bone in my body that maybe it was hidden or something, but it was Not Fun.)

... it wasn't *quite* as smushed this time, but it still hurts. Thank fuck for vicodin, is all I can say, not to mention ice packs. And this time around I *have* a walker-boot-thing that I can use -- standing on that foot still hurts like fuck, but I can do it -- which is especially good because my right leg, which is the one that took most of the weight last time, is the one that's been having thigh issues lately.

My life is Fun.

(At least this gives me a decent excuse not to go anywhere this weekend...)

to sum up: ow ow fuck ow.

A (not quite serious) note to the universe

Dear universe,

My life has been kind of sucky lately. I mean, really, I'd think you'd get tired of messing with my body, but apparently not.

As compensation, I would please like the following:

* A pony. Preferably a unicorn pony. Maybe with sparkles.

* Porn. Lots of it. Also rum.

* A handful -- four, maybe, two of each gender -- of assistants that I can use for research purposes regarding sex. (When they are off duty they can, um, sleep, or give me backrubs, or make me yummy drinks.)

* A service dog. With one of those talking collars from Up.

* A telepathic mind-to-'paper' device for getting stories out of my head properly.

* A Kindle or other e-book-reader, so I can see whether it's easier to handle than books are. Oh, and plenty of free books.

* A functional teleporter, so that I can have frequent doses of jmtorres. (And also can go to synecdochic's and rb's stitch-and-bitch sessions. And also visit other awesome people. And also go to the coast where it is cool.)

* More penguins.

Thank you.

Sincerely, and a bit loopily,
-ysobel

(apparently, in addition to being a nice painkiller, vicodin makes me babble a lot. who knew?)

ow

Magic inflatey beds are less awesome when they move against sprained foot...