My KneeYesterday I hurt my knee. Grazed it, bruised it, and boo hoo'd it.
I was walking up to a restaurant with my boots on - the boots with the dodgy heel that I still wear because I havent found any that I like to replace them with but that I havent bothered getting re-heeled because its almost summer and I wont be wearing them much in the warmer weather. Next season I can get new ones.
Anyway, I was walking up to the restaurant and next thing my left leg slid out sideways on the dodgy heel and down I went, all my weight on my right knee onto the cobblestones.
I ripped my tights. Blood all down my leg. Felt like a kid again - not in the free, blissful, joy of childhood way but in the 'only my mum can make this better' way.
Went and got cleaned up at the restaurant, threw out the tights and just bare legged it. Thankfully I wasn't wearing one of those 'dress but really a long top hence the tights to save my family any shame for letting me leave the house without clothing on my lower half' combos. Also, unlike when I was a kid I could order a glass of wine with dinner to help numb the pain and the slight sting of embarrassment.
But man oh man it hurts - the scab isn't too bad today, the bruise is however, reasonably impressive. I know I have the worlds lowest pain tolerance but still - I really don't remember it hurting this much when I was a kid.