Just call me Grace

I fell off my bed last night. Well, techinically it was this morning at 3 am. Nay and I had just finished watching Dirty Dancing and I was leaning over the side of my bed to stretch my soar back. Just so you know, my matress is at least 3 1/2 feet off the ground, it meets my chest when I'm standing next to it. So I had hooked my feet to the back of my matress and hung my torso over the side of the bed, like I do all the time. But this time, when I tried to push myself back onto the bed by pushing up on the desk, I slipped and started toward the tile floor. My lower body smacked the dresser, then scraped past the plastic storage drawers, landing on the cold hard floor in fetal position. Nay and I were laughing so hard we were crying, that was until I looked down. The lights were all off and the only light came from the soft glow of the tv. I felt a pain in my leg and looked down to see what was wrong. Even in the darkness, I could still see a dark purple 5 inch mark on my leg. So I jumped up (in pain) and turned on the light. Sure enough, my leg had a beautiful bruise already forming right before my eyes. So I went downstairs to get some ice for the swelling and I found myself struggling to make it back up the stairs. My calf very quickly became swollen and firm, like a softball had been planted in my leg. After attempting to ice it, unsuccessful because of the stinging pain the frozen water caused, I tried to get just a little sleep. But every time I turned on my right side, I would be rudley awakened by the overwhelming pain coming from my calf muscle. When I woke up in the mornign for class, I was unable to put much pressure on it and it was harder then I thought possible. Even now, its extremely swollen and SOOOOOOOOOOO painful. Once again, I'm limping and hating it. Wasn't 14 months long enough? (aparently not)

~sarah lynn, clutzy comedian