Guess who the new guy with the broken foot and pain meds: ME! Very long angsty relationship-filter-sucks-to-be-me-but-what-do-I-do-now?-omg-personal! ahead

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Okay so the BF and I had a *little* too much to drink at our local bar last night. I was trying to kill the pain of my recent dental adventure with high-proof whiskey (I was spitting it out, and I wasn't on the pain pills then, I was saving them for the night). The BF however, had not had a lunch. Or dinner. So the drinks hit him like a load of bricks. We go home and he promptly goes to bed (Or rather, I put him to bed) and then I decide I want a pizza so I go out and get some. Come back, place the pizza down, trip over the vaccum cleaner hose and land face down on the floor-bonk-out of it. At some point the BF must have awoken up and noticed me passed out and this is bad cause just a week before I freaked him out something scary by falling asleep on the bathroom tile (I had 1950s-era tile marks all down my side, we where just laughing about it at the bar, actually) and being in such a deep sleep I wouldn't wake up. ANYWAY, I get up off the ground and notice a pain in my foot. Not too bad, but a pain. I get into bed and he's pissed and the NO TOUCHING ME! I'M MAD! NYAH! rule is in effect. Fine. Whatever. It's just I can't sleep. The ankle pain gets worse and worse. It's becoming obvious I sprained it something fierce cause I can barely put any weight on it at all. So I spend the rest of the night in a tub of very hot water cause my pain meds are on the other side of the bedroom and I don't think I can get there without taking half house down with me.

So now I'm here, waiting for a decent hour to come. I'm planning on making Makeup Yorkshire puddings (not as self-sacrificing as it sounds, the kitchen is tiny and all I have to do is stand in one place) for when he wakes up to anticipate the "You where passed on the floor!/OMG what did you do to your leg!" split reaction I'm gonna get.

Sooo. There.