Just kill me, already

Okay, it's definitely not a bruised tailbone. I am off to the clinic in 45 minutes or so, and have been praying for this moment for several hours now.

( Cut for TMI. No, I'm serious. If you're even vaguely squeamish, you should skip this. You should probably skip even if you're not squeamish. )

The quick version of today's events

So I ended up spending most of the day in the emergency room (two and a half hours at the clinic, twelve and a half hours in the ER).

The short version is: I'm okay. My dignity may never recover ("Drop your pants and think of England!"), and I'm looking at a week of daily visits to the CLSC (exciting), lots of antibiotics, and very happy painkillers and anti-inflammatories, but I came out of it mostly better than when I went in.

Yeah.

Many, many thanks to everyone who called, commented and emailed. You are all awesome. :)

I am now going to go pass out in bed of t3h t1r3d.