About an hour after my last post I somehow magaged to inpale my foot with a toothpick. GOOD TIMES!!
After attempting to pull it out myself I decided to drive to K.L.'s to give her a whack at it. No luck. We seemed to have accomplished nothing more than making my foot even MORE tender and MORE swollen. So off to the ER I went.
Thankfully no one seems to need ER services on a Thursday morning. They took me straight up to x-ray (this I found brilliant considering the toothpick was WOOD and very likely not going to show on film), and decided we had to cut it open.
After nine...yes NINE shots to numb the ball of my foot, the doctor pulled out his scalpel. "Is this going to make you nervous or ill?" he asked. I giggled. "No. If I can manage to give birth to 6 kids and do my own piercings I think I can handle a scalpel." And we were off. He cut my foot and pulled out a lovely inch long piece of toothpick.
It took a good 20 minutes for my foot to fianlly stop bleeding. Then they wrapped me up, told me to stay off it, and sent me on my merry way.
What a morning. And all I wanted to do was clean my house.
About Me
- Randi
- I'm married to a fantastic man who drops by for a visit from time to time (no I'm not kidding). We have 6 amazing kids that keep me busier than any one woman should be. I have an inherent fear of boredom....so I do whatever possible to quell any possiblity of it's rising. That being said, I am also an insomniac...which means at times, even my best efforts are quashed. However, that is not to say that I don't try. I am...for all purpses rendered...a "fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants" kind of girl. Some think this an elaborate excuse to procrastinate, when in fact, it is simply my way of staying sane...and perhaps an occasional excuse to procrasinate. I am insanely loyal to my friends and would drop everything in a moments notice for them. I dig partying with a ton of people. The more the better. I'm told I have an insane gift for making people enjoy themselves. Am studing the possiblility of euphoric gasses released through my salivary glands. It's one of many theories I'm looking into. Along with the off chance that I may just simply exude good times all on my own...curious. I love to sing, and do it as often as possible. Been told I can carry a tune...I do try *eh hem*!
2 comments:
Reminds of the time your mom ran a huge splinter in her foot & her baby brother called an ambulance as they had taught him how in pre-school. What a riot!!! Hope it feels better soon.
Did they volunteer to cook and clean for 6 kids when they told you to stay off it??? Who are they kidding, I bet you are on it right now!!!
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