Oh crap. And then you limped the whole way home, didn't you.

Please tell me that you're not hobbling all around the centre by yourself looking after the artists-- that you have a bandage and crutches, and a doctor's appointment, and whichever of your co-workers happen to be around know and are trying to help you out and carry things for you and drive you places. Painkillers. Those are good too.

There should be a limit on how stoic a person can be in any given year, even you.