After tripping on the patio...

Ow. Ow. Ow!

Oh, woe.
My left big toe
wrapped in half a roll of paper towel and the blood soaking through it is beginning to show.
It drips onto the patio.

I'm quite the poet, am I not? So yeah, ow. I can't manage to go more than two days without seeing a doctor. They can't put stitches in it, though, because of its location. Thank God. I will, however, be taking advantage of my get-out-of-class-five-minutes-early pass, so I can hobble from class to class.

I am ridiculously pathetic.