So apparently when I fell yesterday I also smashed something into the sensitive area of my chest and it didn't start to hurt until I got home from work today. I love internal bruising. I didn't make the connection between the fall and the pain at first and had a minor but short-lived freak out that I had breast cancer or something. I'm just paranoid like that. Either way, complaining about it got me out of doing the dishes...Scott spoiled me and did them for me.