Ouchies

Just a complainy post, because I've been on the sofa all day, and I'm getting bored, despite watching several hours of Doctor Who/Torchwood. (Sidebar: I think Blink may be my new favorite episode of Doctor Who, although I'm now adding statues to my list of irrational fears, right below clowns and fish. The wedding ep of Torchwood was decent, even if it was a very much recycled plot, but this traveling show ep is completely boring me.)

Anyway, the reason I'm on the couch is because I twisted my foot this morning. It was entirely me being dumb, and if I hadn't been home last night with an upset stomach, I wouldn't blame you for thinking I was drunk and tripped over myself. Which I kinda did, except for the drunk part. My foot was asleep, like really, really asleep, like I could step on my own toes and not even notice because my foot was so numb. But I decided to walk on it anyway, and made it about three steps before my foot bent completely in the wrong direction and something went snap crackle pop. To be followed by me immediately falling on the floor, only to have to hop to the bathroom so I could dry heave in the toilet (see aforementioned upset stomach.)

It's definitely just twisted, not broken or anything, since I don't think I could even limp on it if it were broken, but there's a nice black and blue bump on the top of my foot, just below my ankle. I've been icing it intermittently during the day, so now it only hurts when I try to move it, which is an improvement.

I'm really hoping it's better by tomorrow, because I kinda had some things I wanted to get done this weekend, but all of them involve walking (namely grocery shopping, laundry, and some errands), for which my shuffle-hop is not very conducive.

Anyway, just me being cranky. Hope Graham Norton will cheer me up.