Today I picked a fight with the ground, again. Luckily, this time did not involve any blood or stitches. I was getting out of the elevator at the AP UX Week hotel and the floor of the elevator hadn't quite lined up with the floor. I stepped out of the elevator, tripped on the edge of the floor and fell face first onto the ground.
Luckily I didn't hit my face this time, but I did manage to fuck up my knees pretty good. I've been icing and Advil-ing all the rest of the day. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but I seem to have hit the "good knee" harder than the "bad knee." Pretty much any movement or position is painful.
I'm not looking forward to the cramped plane ride home tomorrow. At least I have my handy-dandy reusable ice pack.
