...I'm sure I would still damage myself if I never left the house

tamarillow and I went up the hill into the town belt to watch the fireworks tonight. I had a post composed which said: "Sometimes, the best art is ephemeral" and used my things go boom icon.

That was before I missed a ledge cunningly hidden in long grass, slipped down the last part of the hill, landed on the hardpacked ground, getting the nerve in my left ankle and directly on my left knee.

The ankle isn't badly damaged - I've rolled the right one much worse and it normally sorts itself out in a day or two. That will be fine.

The knee, on the other hand... It's not as dramatic as the time when I slipped down the stairs when I lived at Harbour View, and certainly not as bad as the time I sprained my right ankle, but it's impressive nonetheless. It's rather swollen and turning an odd shade of red/brown (which will then go blue...). Have iced it on and off for the last hour or so, taken painkillers and anti-inflammatories and hopefully more RICE will sort it out.

I am taking tomorrow off work, since I'm not sure I will be able to walk. I very much doubt I will be at frisbee practice on Saturday, either.

EDIT: and then there's the bit where I hsve to go in to work tomorrow, since my lawyers are out of town and ther's a settlement and I'm the one who knows the file... dammit. I was starting to look forward to a day of sitting and reading. At least work will pay for a taxi.