it feels like exponential toe stubbing

Last night I experienced lots of pain mixed with lots of laughter. My roommates and I decided to have a "Titanic" night, because we haven't seen this movie enough and it was just time to see it again. So roommate Erin's friend Christian said he wanted to join, since he'd never seen Titanic (the last person on earth) and decided he would win some brownie points with the girls and cook us a grand meal for the Titanic night. So the night finally comes around and we're watching the movie (I'd just like to insert here that three roomies were watching Titanic while friend Dillon was doing my statistics homework and Christian was making us dinner - could my life be any easier??) Christian made the most delicious meal (I'll post a photo later) and we're all in the kitchen cleaning things up. I grab the blender to put it on top of the fridge, and the motor that can be removed from the blender base slips off the blender and crashes ONTO MY LEFT TOE. Normally I have a pretty high tolerance for toe stubs and the like, so I scream "OW" and try to "walk it off" as I make my way to the couch. And then I realize this pain is increasing. And increasing. And then I start wailing. So the roomies in the kitchen realize what dropped on my foot, and they run over to see the damage (there isn't any visible) and by this time I'm starting to cry because it's the most PAINFUL thing I've ever encountered. I'd like to insert here that my roommates are the best nurses ever and I'm so glad they were there! However, no one really knows what to do, especially me, except wail and clutch the side of the couch so Erin grabs a rag, puts it under hot water and then runs over to wrap it around my foot, which then gives the sensation of little needles pricking my foot. So I say maybe cold would be better, so she grabs a mixing bowl and fills it with ice cold water, and then we try to put my foot in that. That's an even worse idea, I discover, so Erin grabs a cold towel with ice inside and that seems to work. Eventually we move to a frozen package of corn because it's lighter. Dayna immediately gives me two advil and a glass of wine. Thirty minutes later, I am still wailing. This HURTS. The pain is shooting through my foot and every time the corn moves the pain starts all over again. In the process, Dayna has attended to my face and shirt because there's wet mascara everywhere, and they're almost done cleaning in the kitchen when the trash can gets knocked over. At this point I think I can walk over there and help, since I've been contributing nothing to the cleaning process, and there are egg shells, yolk, and all sorts of things scattered everywhere. Dayna has her toe in a pool of egg yolk, so I start cleaning that off her foot, all the time not putting any weight on my left foot, and grabbing cleaner to wipe the floor. That's finished and we are watching Titanic again when Erin drops something on her foot in the kitchen (the SAME TOE) and starts wailing and someone gets her a frozen rag from the freezer that someone had put in. I hope you're finding this hilarious. To top the night off, Dayna knocks over Colin's glass of water in the living room and Christian makes us a chocolate souffle.

I decide the best thing for me to do is go to sleep and wake up early to study for the test that I had forgotten about in the midst of everything... and this morning my toe has a blue bruise.