Foot status: Not Broken.

Hooray! So, I'm at the boy's. On Sunday, many items were moved into the apartment, including some assembleables like the massive computer desk. Today I was going to attempt to start putting this together. The box containing the pieces (it's a big, long, pretty thin, rectangular cardboard box) was on its thin side, and I was going to lay it flat on the ground.

In theory. See, just because the desk is in pieces doesn't mean that the boy got some normal, cheapo pseudo-wood desk like normal people would get. I think it's all actual wood. And remarkabley heavy. I remark on it because I was not expecting the weight when I tried to lower it. Because of this, I was greatly surprised when it began plummeting towards the earth at a near instanteous speed. And directly onto my left foot.

To put it mildly: Ow. It sort of felt like stubbing your toe, if immediately after stubbing your toe you were also shot in the foot !! After ten minutes of wailing on the ground, I noticed that my foot seemed to have a grapefruit-sized lump growing out of my foot. Since I have experience in traumatic lower-limb injury, I figured it was about time I started moving around. I had actually been chatting with Pat at the time, so I thought I should let him know what was going on. That's never not awkward. "Um, hi! I seem to have ... broken my foot. But don't worry, though!"

I had to assume it was broken, but I couldn't really tell. Then I waited a few hours for the boy to get home. I rested for about an hour, then I moved around via the ground. I took lots of Advil.

After the boy got home, he made me a sandwich and then we had an adventure getting Lost In Maryland before finally finding a Patient First. They x-rayed, and found that no bones were broken or fractured or anything like that. I just banged it up but good. So ... I consider this a yay.

What's also a yay is that they hooked me up with some crutches and some sweet sweet painkillers (triple-strength acetaminophen laced with codeine). It should be better in a few days.

In other news, since I wound up staying longer here, I had to rely on the parents to tape Angel. Which ... probably did not go well. I'll ask my mother how it went tomorrow, but the answer will most likely be not good. I'd be lucky if she taped the last ten minutes. So, apparently the universe didn't like my reviews that much after all. Maybe the universe is a Spike fan. That would figure. Anyway, I think I need a little break from Angel anyway, so I'll consider this the Christmas/New Year's hiatus. And then -- Sweeps! The boy told me he will buy me the DVDs when they come out. Aww. No one tell him I don't have a DVD player!

Such is life. But the bottom line is that I'm not seriously injured, which would have made life suck a whole bunch.