Only I could get workman's comp in an ad agency

Me and my stupid, stupid feet. They've been getting me into trouble for years. The latest trevail we've had together involved stepping on some sort of staple in my office (which is currently undergoing tons of construction). Now there's a metal splinter of some kind in my foot (which she couldn't quite get out). After my doctor dug around in my foot with lots of pointy things (fun!), I just got a tetanus shot, and have to take antibiotics three times a day for the next seven days. If these meds interfere with my drinking for Diana's bachelorette party this weekend, construction staples everywhere are going to PAY.