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I think I have sufficiently recovered from my tea sandwich coma. I am up bright and early today, unlike the sun, which is not bright at all. I like the cold so I'm okay with the dark, rainy, OMG AWESOME SMELLING outside world.

On an unrelated note, I should have known that since I went away for the weekend there would be wank. THERE IS ALWAYS WANK WHEN I AM AWAY FROM CHICAGO.

Surely this is a sign of some kind. Next time I announce I'm leaving on a jet plane, somebody batten the hatches and dog the portals down.

(I totally mistyped that as 'het plane' due to the tiny tiny keyboard on the netbook. I do believe that is the plane on which Snape and his many wives were married!)

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Omg bruuuunch

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It wouldn't be an ADVENTUR without peril, and I can't visit any city without falling down in it.

I'll tell the whole thing later but the short version is that I am fine, if rather sore. I'm at my gate waiting to fly out in about 90mins, so I am officially homeward bound. Keep safe out there in internets land!

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I am safe in Chicago once more, and waiting for my airport shuttle ride home. I'd take the El but I'm having trouble using my left leg. Stoooooory of my liiiiiife...

Ow.

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I AM HOME. The shuttle took FOREVER because he decided to drive up Halsted. WHY? WHY NOT!

I am sitting in bed with my leg up on a pillow and an ice pack on it. Is anyone shocked I keep ice packs in the freezer for moments like this? Me neither.

The full story is, this morning I was going to walk my hosts' dog, because he loves me best and despite fearing the rain might actually pee if I walk him in it. So I was standing on the steps to their mud-room, and my host said, very clearly, "Be careful! The tile is slippery!"

"I will be extra-super-careful," I said, or words to that effect, and then put my foot down on the tile and tumbled headfirst to the ground.

I tried. I really did.

I'm sure the fall sounded worse than it was, considering I took a hall table with me and nearly took the dog out in the process. I'm sure I traumatised the poor dog, and probably my hosts as well. I felt ok at the time, so I picked myself up, walked the dog, carried my bag to the car, and went to the airport. I got on the plane, got a seat where I could elevate my leg, asked the flight attendant for an ice pack (btw, Southwest flight attendants are the coolest MacGyvers ever) and spent the entire two-hour flight elevating and icing in fifteen-minute increments.

When it came time to get off the plane, my knee felt...funny. And then it hurt. So I caught a shuttle home, yay door-to-door service, and put in a sick-call to work via email for tomorrow. I'd go to the ER tonight but I'd just sit there in uncomfortable dirty chairs for hours on end, when I could get a good night's sleep and go to the nice Immediate Care clinic tomorrow morning. I trust them more; they're the ones who had me see a specialist for my wrist after sending me off with a splint, when they didn't even have to call me again.

Dad Lucky thinks that it's either a really bad sprain or a fracture in the head of the tibia.

If my leg is broken again I'm going to laugh and weep simultaneously, just to scare the Immediate Care people. My New Year's Resolution was not to break any bones in 2010.