Miraculously in all this I still managed to catch my bus to work and arrive on time. But work was the longest day of my entire life. My knee didn't hurt too bad, only when something touched it (like my pants--which they did constantly). And it turns out that the first aid kit at work is highly inadequate. Nothing bigger than a regular bandaid. A little over half-way through my shift someone managed to find a giant bit of gauze which helped out immensely, but it was a miserable day. After work I finished my errands--which definitely involved bike shopping. Nothing like trying out bikes when you can only kind of bend your knee.
I also had fun grossing out all my friends at game night because by the time I finally got home about 11 hours after hurting myself all I wanted to do was put on shorts and make sure that nothing touched my road rash.
So now four days later...It's still quite gross looking. I actually took a picture this morning to share with you, but I'm too grossed out by it. Sorry. (Anti-climactic I know.)