Seriously, I'm Pretty Graceful . . . Most of the Time

[raeschae]

Ugh, when I first started posting stories here, I decided that I wasn't going to turn this into a place for my own personal bull shit. But now I'm sitting here, staring at my Big Bang fic and wondering why no words are coming out of my brain. I have about four stories to be working on right now - most are time stamps and one shots - but I'm seriously blocked. I think it's because my knee is throbbing and Tylenol gave up the fight about two hours ago.

Here's the deal . . . last night, I was on the phone with my grandmother, because I'm an awesome granddaughter like that. I was talking to her on a blue tooth-esque, hands-free device while driving home from my little sister's house, right? And apparently, those of you who can walk and talk at the same time have one up on me, because I didn't notice the uneven sidewalk and my big-ass frame went flying through the air and sprawling across the pavement. Yep. Right in front of the gas station. Oh, and I maybe shrieked when it happened, too, so there was pretty much no way that anyone in that parking lot didn't see me. Good times.

I get up, some dude in a funny hat is rushing toward me to make sure I'm not broken, and I brush myself off with all of the grace and dignity one can muster after sprawling face-first on the pavement. My hand was scraped up and my phone was scratched, but I seriously thought it was just one of those surface pains that goes away after a few minutes, right? So I get home and take off my pants, because I'm pretty sure that I scraped my left knee.

Not only did I scrape it, but it looked like maybe someone shoved a tennis ball up under my skin and let it rest on my knee cap. Thing was seriously swollen that big. It was insane. So I kept it elevated, took some Tylenol, and promised that I would go to the doctor this morning if it was still grossly swollen, right? Well, thank God the swelling has gone down, but now the bruising starts and this fucker hurts like a BITCH.

So maybe that's why I can't write? Because my working theory at the moment is that all of my creativity resides in my left knee and now that it's bruised, it'll be awhile before I can do anything productive. Sounds as feasible as any excuse for writer's block, right?

Oh, fuck my life, this blows. I'm not good with immobile. Any suggestions on how to either a.) pass the time, or b.) not lose my mind?

Comments

[kiwiana.livejournal.com]

*clings to you*

Okay, as someone who dislocates her knee on a regular basis (old injury): elevate it. People say ice, but I've found getting some heat on it works better - it relaxes your muscles. Wheatpack (I assume y'all have them over there?), or a hot water bottle, or something. Mostly just be careful, and try not to damage your gorgeous self any more, okay? ♥

[raeschae.livejournal.com]

I've alternated between heat and cold all day - so I'm either going to be feeling better eventually, or my body's going to be so confused, it won't remember that it's in pain anymore. Either/or, I'm okay with it!

And I'll work on the not damaging myself thing, I swear. I really should watch where I'm going, but . . . sometimes you just need to humiliate yourself in public on occasion. Keeps ya humble, ya know? At least, that's what I'm telling myself.