So here's some fun news. I should never get optimistic epiphanies in the middle of my work day because that is just a way to open the box for all hell to break loose. Case in point:
-For the second time in my life i have taken a good chunk of flesh off the back of my right ankle thanks to an industrial door. Thankfully no stitches, but they had to use heat to stop the bleeding and then dumped a metric shit ton of saline into it. I am not responsible for any of my words or actions during that time. Should heal fine and does not look nearly as bad as it did when it initially happened but still, pretty gross. In the spirit of halloween, pictures to come, whether you like it or not.
- I wake up this morning just feeling overall shitty. sniffling, coughing, chills, shaking, fucked up stomach and oh, i can't talk properly. For a second i thought i finally had that stroke i always joke about. Could not fucking speak in a normal fashion. Ladies and gents please don't ask why i was trying to talk to myself in my bathroom this morning. I don't know. I think i was trying to do the typical "christ i feel like shit" personal announcement and noticed. But just don't ask. the key part to this whole story is
-For the second time in my life i have taken a good chunk of flesh off the back of my right ankle thanks to an industrial door. Thankfully no stitches, but they had to use heat to stop the bleeding and then dumped a metric shit ton of saline into it. I am not responsible for any of my words or actions during that time. Should heal fine and does not look nearly as bad as it did when it initially happened but still, pretty gross. In the spirit of halloween, pictures to come, whether you like it or not.
- I wake up this morning just feeling overall shitty. sniffling, coughing, chills, shaking, fucked up stomach and oh, i can't talk properly. For a second i thought i finally had that stroke i always joke about. Could not fucking speak in a normal fashion. Ladies and gents please don't ask why i was trying to talk to myself in my bathroom this morning. I don't know. I think i was trying to do the typical "christ i feel like shit" personal announcement and noticed. But just don't ask. the key part to this whole story is
what the fuck is going on with my life lately? Anyone want to be my savior (or personal jesus, totally forgot to feed the last one, but will do better this time) and make me feel better? 
the swelling will most likely go away soon on its own, and if it doesn't then it's time to see a doctor.
getting skin torn off by a door =
Swollen tongue for sure is something to raise caution. I trust you'll tell us when you find out what it's all about.
By the way, I want to see your foot, talk about gore