You know it's a bruise?

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When they send you to physical therapy just for that.  The clot, in the middle?  I think it was 8 something cm?  The whole thing?  Much bigger.

No broken bones.  But they aren't sure about other things.  So the foot doctor, for something he will treat.  Or... maybe.

Limping in there, trying not to crease anything around the bruise, was a trick.  The boots helped, a bit.  But with them not on, while in the room, the swelling and pain came back.  And... are worse than before.  Oh my word.

I think I remembered what happened before, and earlier.  But fogot what happened sometime this morning?  I thought had had texted something, earlier, and had.  And it seems like... I knew then.  But by midmorning, I had no clue what happened.  But... before checking my texts, I... thought I had an idea of someone who might know.  And was correct.

It... isn't what I expected.  I sort of wondered if I was on the roof for something, and took a tumble, again.  When I found out, I didn't want to tell them.  But did.  I always thought, if people forgot something, they did it right then.  I have forgotten things, but no trauma later on, physical wound trauma.

I... won't say here, either.  Nothing bad, just... well... I'm embarrassed.  So... I'll leave it there.

They did look at the closest kidney, it was okay.  The bones are all good.  But there is something wrong with both the knee and ankle.  And the bruise is so big, it might not even go away without help.  I'm so not looking forward to that.  May need it for knee and ankle, too.

Plus, barred from sleeping on that side.  Back, which I hate, and left side.  Can't do belly sleeping, so... limited.  I'll be hating that.  Wow.  Life hurts, a lot, even more than yesterday.  Okay.  But... that was... sort of expected, or should have been, when I remembered, and now that I know.

Later, unless there is a visitor?  Might have just been turning around.  Later, or goodnight.