This was bound to happen at some point. I was certain it would happen while tripping down the metro escalator or missing a catch at second base, or jumping on a pogo stick, or pretty much anything that isn’t running.
Luckily I work at a hospital. My boss told me to treat my injury with ice and tequila. I used all the ice in my margarita, so now I have a bag of frozen berries on my leg. Let’s be honest. Did anyone NOT see this coming?