This is NOT a pity party. More of a ranting session.
So...this evening, I'm bopping down the stairs going to get my frozen pizza out of the oven, right? Okay. I'm pretty much at the bottom of the stairs, and all of a sudden, I'm on the floor, like 10 feet away.
I fell. It was nasty. It reminded me of a "yard sale" when you're skiing, only there were no skis involved.
What's more, my ankle hurt(s). Hurts like hell. My 9 months pregnant wife upstairs hears me fall. Of course, I HAVE yell up to her that I'm fine, but I'm really not. This isn't going to be pretty.
That was at 6something this evening. It's now after 1am. There is still lots of pain. And lots of swelling. I've got this knot about the size of a tennis ball on the outside of my ankle, and I'm pretty pissed about it.
I've got the guy that did this construction project in the house coming tomorrow to finish up, and I won't be able to help at all. This baby could be born any minute, and I can't even carry Mrs. Mau's bags to the car.
I'm wishing I had something a little stronger than Tylenol.
Not good. Not good at all. Mau is NOT happy. And I'm ALWAYS happy. But not now. Right now, I'm pissed. I'm crabby. Obstinate. Grumpy.
There you have it.
Just call me Mr. Grump Grumps.
You know what I'm sayin'.