I think the universe is trying to tell me I don't

[TrickyBob]

need my right leg.

So I wrote about the dog pulling me off the back porch and tearing my right knee up; well my knee still hurts and the ripped off patch is still trying to get its shit together and heal. So I cannot put pressure on my right knee. 

Last night my Husband and I got home from hanging out with friends and he has these boots that have a really dense sole, it is solid. 

He was taking them off and I was in the kitchen, I came walking into the foyer at the exact same moment a boot came flying into the foyer. It hit my shin and omg the pain. He didn't mean to hit me, he just failed to tell me that he was going to be THROWING his shoes! 

It instantly bruised and made a really decent lump ASAP, but my entire fucking leg hurts now because of it.

He apologized and after I was done crying I tried to make jokes but that douchebag cared enough that he wouldn't laugh because "It's not funny, I really hurt you". 

Jerk.