Serious Oops

This past Monday afternoon, Joe and I took our dogs for a walk. King did the doo, and I scooped it up to take it to the trash. Right in front of the dumpster, I slipped on a patch of ice that was hiding under a layer of snow (because, hey, even though it's technically spring and all, we like our winter weather). I went down hard. Hard hard. It looked something like this:

Yes, chic sunglasses and all.

I have extreme swelling and the thigh-sized bruise befitting a X-games athlete. Ugh. How uncool am I?