Unbeknownst to me, I apparently I made a New Year's resolution to use up all my sick days in the first month of the year.
On the way to work today I tripped and fell in the middle of the street. I was crossing 2nd St at Brannan when I suddenly felt myself trip, recover, wait no, recover, CRASH. Face first down on the pavement. I somehow made it to the office, about a 1/2 block away, blood streaming down my face. Not one person stopped to see if I was okay.
I scared the crap out of everyone at work though. They thought I had been beat up for my iPod. No, just me not being able to walk. Everyone at the office was great - getting me tissues and ice and calling a cab to the doctor. R went with me to the urgent care center. 3 stitches and a mild concussion later I'm back at home, feeling definately worse for the wear. The Dr said that I should feel like hell tomorrow.
I'm off to put on comfy pants, eat some crackers and ice my face. At least I didn't have any client meetings this week. If it wasn't so painful I'd be laughing at the stupidity of it all.
