So, kids, when you're walking around in the pantry and your Dad broke the big upper pantry shelf last weekend, it would be extremely-nay-HORRIFICALLY stupid of him to remember that there's glass from said broken big upper pantry shelf in the way of you finding breakfast.
And of course, you'd have socks on and step right onto the glass like the idiot that you are. Of course you would.
And you'd run upstairs after not finding anything for breakfast down there, only to discover your sock is red and wet because, genius, you cut your foot open on the glass that was downstairs that Dad forgot about.
This is what happened to me this morning, and of course Mom was sick today. So she needed the bathroom right then and I was trying to find bandages to treat my poor toe with, and I wound up tracking blood from one end of the house to the other.
And because Mom was sick and Dad was busy worrying about her and Spritey and Whisper are no good for anything, I had to hop to the kitchen on my non-bleeding foot with a washcloth between the toes of the other foot, trying to wrap the wound and walk at the same time. Then I had to figure out the bandage for myself and keep pressure on the cut so I didn't get my O-negative all over the damn kitchen.
Thank goodness it's a clean cut and mostly shallow so I'm not too badly hurt, but the initial bleed was something to behold. I haven't bled that much by accident for years.
It's bound good and tight now and I think the worst is over as far as that goes. I don't even have a limp and it doesn't really hurt. And best of all, I didn't have to sit there and pick glass out of it, which would have made things much, much worse indeed.
Merlin premieres tomorrow. Joy! Rapture! Elation in spades!
Ta,
Bec
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