Hard landings

There seems to be a theme for this past weekend... hard landings.

Fairly late Friday night I fell off of my front porch. A 2 hour ER visit and a pain pill later, I have a really bruised and banged up left knee and right foot. I won't go into the boring details, but suffice to say I am master of the clumsy. Oh, and X-rays confirmed that I more than likely DID break my knee 2 years ago trying to fly. (Not really, but it's better than saying that I fell because I was trying to step over an imaginary curb.) I need to see an orthopedic doctor if it doesn't get better this week. I can walk, but I have to keep my knee bent a certain way to do so. Fun times!

Then yesterday, I was hobbling around the living room and managed to drop my phone. It wasn't a particularly bad landing, but apparently enough to knock off the trackball thingy on my blackberry. So now my phone is handicapped, too.

Skipped church yesterday because of my limpy-ness, and now I feel like my week is skewed. Today is a national holiday and I have absolutely no plans for anything. I may bribe someone to roast some corn on the grill and maybe some burgers. Depends on how busy the store is today. Should have done that yesterday, but once again the hobbling killed my desire for such domestic necessities.

Tomorrow is going to be a hard day. Work all day, driving (little painful at the moment), and then class from 5pm until 7:45. Oh, joy...