I cannot fucking believe this bullshit

December 30th, 2008

So I came home from errands, decided to take stupid tree downstairs. Couldn’t find new storage bag for tree while I was out, but sick of looking at tree so it was going downstairs with or without bag. Awkward to carry w/o bag, as you might imagine. Knew I couldn’t carry everything, so I threw the tree skirt down ahead of me. It didn’t make it all the way down, but lay across the bottom two stairs, plus it knocked down some shit that was at the bottom of the staircase. Shit.

Carefully I went down the stairs, one foot at a time, as I couldn’t see where I was going and was soon to be stepping onto a pile of fabric. Not ideal. As I came down off the last step onto the basement floor, I accidentally stepped on a 1″ square aluminum pole that had fallen over when I threw the tree skirt down. It was laying across the bottom stair, so it was angled about 6″ up in the air, and I basically tried to balance on it, exactly on the spot on the bone where I broke that stupid fucking foot last year. An exquisite blossoming of pain across my entire body was the immediate result. I am telling myself that I can’t have re-broken that thing , that I have only bruised it, or angered it or something. There’s no way I re-broke it by stepping on a fucking pole, for fuck’s sake. But it’s all swollen and I can barely walk on it now, and am in some pretty agonizing pain when I try. I have taken a painkiller and I am going to bed.

Also I just realized I left a frozen bag of corn laying on the couch. Fuck it, I am not going back down there.