I fell at work today for reasons that aren’t important (for once it wasn’t just me being clumsy or stupid), and now am at home in bed, waiting for my prescription-strength pain-killers to kick in.
The nice thing about it, though, is I got to cry through the last couple of hours of my shift and blame it on the pain, even though I’m sure a few of those tears were “poor little me” tears of sadness ‘cause I miss my family.
Officially the worst Christmas evar. *sigh*
The Obsessive Dilettante 