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Pain.
Ow. Owowowowowowowowowowowowowow.
On our first night in Chicago, I fell over. Tripped up the curb and landed really badly on my left knee. My shin was all swollen, with a noticeable lumb and some speckled bruising.
It hurt so much, I bought some Tylenol while I was there, and was actually limping at times. It was agony to crawl onto our huge beds or put any pressure on it.
Well, a week later, it was getting better. 'Was' being the operative word.
Just now, a plane flew over, so I hopped up to look at it, because I'm a plane geek, and tripped over my pyjamas. Landed really, really hard on exactly the same leg.
My foot now has pins and needles.
I've had some Tylenol. It still hurts.
Stupid girl.
On our first night in Chicago, I fell over. Tripped up the curb and landed really badly on my left knee. My shin was all swollen, with a noticeable lumb and some speckled bruising.
It hurt so much, I bought some Tylenol while I was there, and was actually limping at times. It was agony to crawl onto our huge beds or put any pressure on it.
Well, a week later, it was getting better. 'Was' being the operative word.
Just now, a plane flew over, so I hopped up to look at it, because I'm a plane geek, and tripped over my pyjamas. Landed really, really hard on exactly the same leg.
My foot now has pins and needles.
I've had some Tylenol. It still hurts.
Stupid girl.