Oy. I injured myself Friday. I was on the truck, doing the Tetris thing on the furniture, when a table started to fall. I stupidly, unthinkingly, stuck my foot out to catch it. After the string of expletives died away I knew I had done f***ed up.
The swelling in my ankle is mostly gone, but it still hurts a bit. I’ve been staying off it as much as possible, keeping it raised, and trying to put ice on it whenever I remember to do so. What I have NOT been doing is putting our things away. We are living in the aftermath of the moving tornado, folks. So… yeah. No photos yet.
Morrigan’s room is almost done. The living room could be done very soon. The kitchen? Don’t even talk to me about the kitchen yet. That goes double for my bedroom. It’s a damn good thing I have a bit of time before I start work!
I think I’ll post pics as rooms become ready. Yeah. That’ll work. Right?
Fluff and Bunkum 
ouch, that sounds painful.
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I’m not sure which is worse: the fact that I injured myself or the stupid way in which I did it.
Dude, I’m so embarrassed.
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haha I feel you. That’s how I usually feel when I get hurt. My ego takes a long time to recover lol
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I want photos of the swelling…
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too late! It’s mostly gone. If I get too antsy and start trying to lift boxes and stuff, however, it might come back.
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very unthoughtful of you to not take pictures when it was fresh
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I know. It really was inconsiderate of me. If I’d been a better human being I would have taken the picture and the photoshopped you wrapping the ankle into it. I could have added some text like, “Art always makes it all better.” Then I could have included http://pouringmyartout.wordpress.com and submitted it to your contest…
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That is thinking outside the box… or the cast… or something
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Well, I’ll probably overdo it today, anyway. Sitting here looking at everything that I need to do is making me slightly crazy. Once I give in to the urge to clean my damn house I’ll have a lovely photo op.
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swell away
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That really is swell of you!
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They call me Puffy- Daddy
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Ah-HAHA!
Oh, Puffy! How I have missed you!
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AKA Jack Swellington… or: Bloato Baggins
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Samswell Gnarly…
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that is my porno star name
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Gotta love reflexes… not! Can’t tell you how many stupid injuries I’ve gotten by acting without thinking. (Ever grab a hot pan with a bare hand to keep it from slipping off the stove… I have! Ouch 😦 ) Hope you get all settled in soon.
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Oh, yeah. Definitely done that. Ouch!
We’ll be settled soon. It really is fortunate that I have the time to take my time. 🙂
It’s good to see you, Janna!
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Unfortunately it’s instinct to try to catch stuff. On the plus side, you have great reflexes! Hope it feels better soon.
It took me weeks to put the bed back together when I moved house (I slept on the sofa) so you’re doing better than I did 🙂
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I’m determined to get my bed off the floor by Friday at the latest. What a pain in the patootie! I wouldn’t mind so much, but the frame is propped up against the wall, and I’m afraid I might have to “catch” it, too.
My living room is actually livable now, and things are slowly migrating to their appointed places. I made my poor husband help me move the fish tank because I didn’t like where we’d put it the first time. Honestly, I don’t know why that man puts up with me sometimes…
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I’m glad it’s all coming together 🙂
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You done did your ankle in, girl! Yeah, I’d probably feel embarrassed too. Still, these things happen to the best of us, so don’t be too hard on yourself. You can always pretend that it was a mere demonstration of what not to do when one is moving. I mean, someone was bound to be watching, right? And taking notes? 🙂
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Oh, man! If people didn’t see it happen they surely heard the aftermath! (I can’t remember how to make the little embarrassed face, but it definitely goes here.)
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