Ehm, I almost snapped my *pause* left foot off today on my way home. Damn steep stairs by ASDA... and my inability to look were I was going...



FAIL. It doesn't even look so bad in that photo. But it's now about the size of half a tennis ball glued to my foot.

My family have a history of breaking their bones. I swear, if I've broken anything I am going to go mental. I refuse to have it put in a cast. I  really refuse. I walked home on it, for goodness sake. It's fine.

For example, in the last years and a half or so:

• My sister broke her leg riding a horse after going over a jump (so badly that she had to have metal pins put into her leg)
• My nan fell on her face and broke her foot, messed up her cornea (luckily temporarily) and cracked some ribs
• The horse stood on my Mum's foot and broke it (er, yeah, I think the horse is evil. I stay away from it now)
• My brother fell in the playground and broke his arm

Oh, and my ear got messed up by an ear piercing too. That earned me a week and a half in hospital, thanks.

I know I was thinking today that I need more happy accidents, but this isn't a happy accident. This is an injurous accident. I don't like injurous accidents. And to add insult to injury, my mp3 player ran out of battery on my way home. So I had to limp home in silence