Well,

I did something really really smart on Monday. I wore slippery bottomed shoes even though I thought that morning as I was putting them on "these shoes always slip on my bike, maybe I shouldn't wear them...nah." And I wore them anyways. So that night around 5:30 as I was riding home in the dark (that's right, dark at 5:30), I was crossing to the other side of the street between the IPF and the SFH. My foot in my slippery shoe slipped off of my pedal. And threw me off balance. At least that's my hypothesis on what happened. Because I don't really remember. Because all I really know for sure is that one second I was upright, and the next I was sprawled on the ground and there was a car driving past and a girl walking towards me to hand me my keys and phone, etc... that had flown out of my bag. And So I stood up and walked my bike over to the side of the street and the girl asked me if I was ok, and I replied that I was because, well obviously nothing was broken or too badly damaged because I could walk. So I just stood there for a few minutes trying to collect myself because things like that really shake me up. and then I got on my bike to ride the next two blocks home and, oh wait, my knee! I can barely pedal because bending my right knee causes me so much pain! Oh joy. So I made it the rest of the way home without vomiting and grabbed some ice and laid in bed trying to ice my knee but not being able to because it hurt me. So instead I just laid a cold cloth on my knee as advised by my personal doctor (much better because no pressure=no pain) and basically I just felt sorry for myself for the rest of the night. I had planned to do things but those plans were circumvented by the twisting winds of fate. Anyways. It hurts. That is the point.