Ow times a googolplex

So I tripped over a chair last night. No big deal, you might think.

I landed on my massively bad bone-bruised heel. 92.4 kilos of me, landing on one small area [about two square inches, if you feel like doing the math. And yes, I’m completely bipolar with metric choices] and you can guess it hurt like fuck.

It still hurts like fuck today.

I’m limping everywhere, when I have to move. I prefer not to move at all, though.

Plus point: I’m down past the 91.9 barrier to 90.5 - hooray.

Negative points: I may need crutches. This completely blows up my plans to clear the yard of debris and mow the jungle lawn. This completely blows up my plans to get some stuff at the shops. Bleh.

And to add injury to injury, the opposite knee is now protesting the extra load of work and may need a therapeutic bracer. Whee fun.

Looks like the most money I shall be spending on myself this week will be all about medical needs.