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valkryorLast night, a friend popped by to pick something up.
We chatted for a few minutes at the open door. No big deal, right? Except Sheldon kept trying to ES-CA-PAY into the hallway (and up the stairs, because that's what he does). At one point, I moved my foot to discourage it and kicked my possibly broken toe into the door.
It hurt, yo, and then....
After the friend left, I noticed that my toe was feeling not great, but better somehow, more normal. I think I might have just realigned the bones or fixed a dislocation or SOMETHING. Hurraughhhhhh?
Bodies are so fucking WEIRD.
We chatted for a few minutes at the open door. No big deal, right? Except Sheldon kept trying to ES-CA-PAY into the hallway (and up the stairs, because that's what he does). At one point, I moved my foot to discourage it and kicked my possibly broken toe into the door.
It hurt, yo, and then....
After the friend left, I noticed that my toe was feeling not great, but better somehow, more normal. I think I might have just realigned the bones or fixed a dislocation or SOMETHING. Hurraughhhhhh?
Bodies are so fucking WEIRD.
