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I was walking through my office/studio area collecting garbage to put outside* when I managed to trip over the edge of my chair mat, somehow getting my foot underneath it or something, and SCRAAAAPE the top of my foot on the HARD PLASTIC CLEATS on the bottom surface that keep it from moving on the carpet. CAN WE SAY OW?
Yes, there is blood. And it stings a lot.
* Garbage service! I love it! I put the garbage outside, and the Garbage Fairy makes it go away!
Yes, there is blood. And it stings a lot.
* Garbage service! I love it! I put the garbage outside, and the Garbage Fairy makes it go away!

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whining on LJtoughing it out instead.no subject
therapeuticcharacter-building qualities ofwhining on LJtoughing it out. XDno subject
*fusses over the poor foot*
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Owww! >hugs!<
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Sympathy. And ice? Or frozen peas?
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Ice might be good. It'll at least give me something to do with the extra ice that my icemaker sees fit to spew over the inside of my freezer periodically. (I'm not complaining, as my previous apartment had a freezer equipped for icemaking that wasn't actually hooked to anything.)
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