Pity party

Okay, more details. Pretend you care.

Was outside on a smoke break, sitting on this high curb. I tried to stand up, turn and hop up on the curb in one motion, but I caught my foot and slammed knee first into the sidewalk instead.

Five stitches, bitches!

I'm very talented.

Actually, at first I thought it was just a normal skinned knee. And then I saw the skin rolled up like a shade, which, uhhhhhh. I'm not squeamish usually, but that freaked me out. Luckily my co-workers were all, um, yeah, that needs stitches, which I'm not sure I would have figured out immediately. So my boss took me to the Piedmont Emergency Walk-In Clinic, I waited an hour and a half and then the nice doctor cleaned and stitched it. Ow. Ow. Ow.

So, this adds a smoking injury to my List of Ridiculous Injuries. So for those of you keeping track, I now have:

1) Dislocated my knee in a mosh pit.
2) Tripped in a patch of mud and slammed into a car shoulder-first while Easter Egg hunting. And, no, not as a kid: I think was 23 or 24.
3) Tripped over a rail on a Putt-Putt course and landed on my upper arm on the other rail. Miraculously didn't break it, but it was seriously bruised as hell.
4) Dislocated my knee getting off the Cyclone at Coney Island.
5) Cut off a little piece o' finger in an Xacto-blade-comping-a-project injury. Which, actually, every designer I know has had one of these.
6) Broke my toe zipping to the window to gawk at something weird my neighbor was doing.

Miraculously, this new one was the first time I ever did anything to myself which required stitches (well, unless you count the stitches from the surgery to fix my knee). So, yeah. Whoo.

I have to keep my leg extended for the next 10-12 days so I'm not pulling on the sutures. Luckily, I'm quite accustomed at this point to knee injuries, so it seems like old times.

Yay.