I hope my nail doesn't fall off...

I can't visit my sister without getting sick or injured. This time, I tripped on the stairs in her garage the first night I was there. I didn't break my toe but, I sustained a pretty significant bruising. So, I documented its progress over the time that I was in California:
 

 Day 1 (Not too bad, right? It gets better)

Day 2 (It's really starting to get some color)

Day 3 (Christmas; my mom got a little freaked out about it)

Day 4 (I think this is the prettiest that it got)

Day 5 (starting to fade)

Day 6 (It looks much better; a little swollen from the plane ride home)

Well, I definitely learned my lesson...never attempt stairs you aren't used to without at least a little lighting.