When life kicks you in the ass and then trips you for good measure

We finally got to enjoy a weekend at home, no traveling necessary, no corporate events, no clubhouse events, nothing. I did a wine tasting and when I got home the Princess asked to spend the night at a neighbors. Once we were squared away we invited the neighbors over to share in the goodness that is wine. Otherwise we had to finish 5 bottles ourselves, not saying that's not possible, but I wanted to be able to walk the next morning. Unfortunately life had other plans for me.

Since it gets dark at like 3pm now, I drove the Princess 5 houses away and started walking her up to the door. For some reason, a lot of builders in our area prefer to lay stupid ass stone blocks instead of sidewalks, and they place them precariously far away from each other. I thought I had my gait down right, and then, WHAM! My ankle, knee, wrist and almost face, met the next stepping stone. Fabulous. I assured the neighbor I was fine, the Princess helped me up and I returned home with a slight limp. That slight limp turned into a swollen broken mess by 3am. After dealing with pain until 5, I finally crawled downstairs, slammed Ibu's and made it as far as the couch. I hobbled into the Sportsplex to watch Mr. M and our neighbor play flag football and then spent 4 hours in the car. After that I couldn't even fit my foot in my shoe and have been on ice and Ibu. I'm hoping it will be slightly better tomorrow before deciding to go to the doctor since I don't have one in this state. And then I plan on giving life a swift kick back.....