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Fell on face (tripped over toes) (yes, toes) this afternoon. The usual agonies occurred, mostly of the bodily bruising, weak knees and self-hatred variety. Bruised the living fuck out of three of my toes; screwed up most joints and delivered another near-fatal blow to my dignity. (Sadly the dignity blows are never fatal. I almost wish they were, then I wouldn't give a damn, but I despise flolloping around on the floor like a beached whale.
Will probably be benched to the sofa for the rest of the day. I see pain pills and lidoderm patches for my knees in this evening's forecast.
Stupid toes.

Will probably be benched to the sofa for the rest of the day. I see pain pills and lidoderm patches for my knees in this evening's forecast.
Stupid toes.




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toes!
rest, sweetie. get off those feet. love.
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*hugs*
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To probably a lesser extent, I understand about stupid toes. Mine are in such a nearly-perpetual state of messed-up-ness that I can own no open-toed shoes, for they need to be hidden away from the general public. I also own one of those stiff-soled orthopedic shoe thingies that I have to haul out of the closet on occasion.
Down with stupid toes! :-P
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Take a much needed rest, darl. *huggles*
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*hugs*