My Fitbit Will Be So Mad!
Woman in the Middle | May 10, 2016What happened last night will go down in history as one of my more spectacular moves. I kicked a picture frame and ended up in the emergency room. It’s a long story….
As part of my tidying up campaign I have been dragging things out of nooks and crannies all over the house. I decided I can’t hide junk in every corner. I have to deal with it. The problem is I either don’t know what to do with it or I have been too busy to wrap my mind around what I want to do with it. And that was how a stack of framed pictures I don’t know what to do with ended up out and about in the house. They used to be in the room where the computer is. But a couple of weeks ago Youngest Daughter had a friend over to spend the night. Youngest has the smallest bedroom and there is no room for a friend in there. So we cleaned up the computer room to make room for an inflatable mattress. In doing that I had to move the stack of pictures I had no idea what to do with. They ended up in my bedroom, on the floor.
This has been fine until last night. I turned off the light, went over to the bed, and set my glasses down on the night stand. The glasses promptly fell to the floor. I told hubby I was going to turn on the light so I could find my glasses. I turned around, took a couple of steps, and my foot hit the frames. I didn’t think I hit them that hard, but I broke the glass in one of the frames and cut my foot. What a mess that was. Blood everywhere! Hubby gave me an old t-shirt and I applied pressure. Goodness, such drama!
I insisted on calling 911 as the blood situation was a little freaky. I have never done anything like that to myself, in all my 54 1/2 years. The kind paramedics wrapped my foot up so I could at least get to the car and get to the hospital. Hubby got me clothes and I actually changed in the car. Hope no neighbors were watching. I hadn’t cleaned up or anything so when I got to the hospital they we going to send us to the kiosk to sign in, when the man behind the glass wall saw me ineffectively dabbing at the blood on my hand, trying to get some of it off. He took me right back at that point. Yippee for the bloody hand!
I am happy to report I appear to have a high tolerance for pain. OR my feet are going numb with old age. While getting the lidocaine and the stitches hurt, it wasn’t hell or anything. Other people who have cut the bottom of their foot have much better war stories to tell. After it was over, I got these spiffy yellow socks. They have rubber on both sides, so no matter which way you wear them, you won’t slip and fall.
When we got home, we discovered the girls had stayed up until midnight or later cleaning up the mess in the bedroom and the rest of the house. I guess I had dripped all the way to the front door. Oh my! I thought that was very sweet and kind of them. Everyone in the household is a little light on sleep today.
Anyway, I am doing fine. It really doesn’t hurt that much to walk on my foot. I have a sudden motivation to deal with the framed photos, though.
Glad you’re better. There is nothing like a bloody experience to get one to clean things out. That was so nice of your daughters too.
Time for some tough love here. If you loved that stuff, you would have already hung it, used it, or whatever. Clearly you don’t and your safety is now being compromised. Put it in the car (or in this case, have someone else put it in the car) and take it to the Salvation Army TODAY. I promise you the freedom from that stuff will be such a relief. As Nike says, Just Do It. Hugs and kisses
You speak the truth! You know why I keep dithering? Because it is mostly photos of the girls. Well, Those photos will be leaving those frames and I will be getting rid of them.That was my big bugaboo. The rest of the house, I swear, does not look like a hoarder’s paradise!
You do know this is the big sister/momma in me….I know it’s hard. And the yellow socks are the bomb.
Aren’t they just delightful? Hospital socks used to be blue. I think sunny yellow is much more cheerful!
I’m glad you are ok… you brought the girls up right. I’m sure it was nice to come home and find they had taken care of cleaning up for you.
Oh what a scary story! I am so glad you are o.k. and the yellow socks rock!
So bright ad cheerful! I know everyone is jealous of my yellow, no slip socks! LOL!
Oh how painful, many years ago when she was only a toddler Natasha broke a glass bottle and then stood on it and cut the sole of her foot badly and had to be rushed to the GP who stitched it then it got infected and she had to go back to have the puss drained and put on antibiotics, she didn’t cry at all should had known then she would have a large pain threshold
I didn’t realize it was that bad! Stitches! Well, I’m glad everything turned out fine in the end. I’m glad your clever girls had the foresight to have the mess cleaned before you got home.