In February, I introduced you to The Yoskovitz Way which highlights my family's inclination towards bizarre and ridiculous injuries as well as the subsequent exaggeration that must take place to milk those injuries for as long as possible. Today such an injury occured. That's right, I was injured by my belt buckle. Once you recover from the shock and awe, you'll ask yourself, "How Ben? How did such a horrible thing happen?" The explanation is really quite simple (and I apologize for the forthcoming imagery, although few of you know what I look like so picture Brad Pitt as opposed to Mel Brooks.) I was in the bathroom and I undid my pants. It only goes downhill from here trust me...I have a fairly regular leather belt, with a fairly regular belt buckle (not some oversized, 10 pound monster of a belt buckle that flashes and whatnot). So, my belt is undone and I let go of my pants. The pants fall to the ground. Quickly I might add. The belt buckle slams into my left foot. Like a jackhammer. Seriously. I yell (alright, it was more like a sissy yelp) and nearly trip over my crumpled up pants. I regain my balance but lift my foot and hop on the good one, all the while cursing under my breath, whining and laughing at the same time. After 3 aspirin and a quick shot of brandy, I was able to get to a chair and elevate the foot (no clue why that would be necessary mind you), and watched as it swelled up like a beach ball. I hate that belt. I may have to call in sick tomorrow at work, who knows if the headache from the brandy and aspirin will subside... (Technorati Tags: weird injuries, foot injury)