So, it's the holiday season again. I had time off this week from work and lots of plans for shopping, baking, etc. Then, as my first morning off was getting underway, I dropped a large kitchen knife and it sliced my toe. Jeanne was home and helped me get off my feet. I did NOT want to go get sewn up so Jeanne got the first aid kit and we were looking for butterfly band-aid. (Gee, ever tried to spell band-aid? This thing didn't like it when I left out the hyphen!) Besides the fact that we didn't have the butterfly style, we found out later that even a regular band-aid wasn't going to work because it was sliced right up by my foot in a C shape around my toe. Kind of like I had 9 and 1/2 toes at the moment.
I had her get the super glue. Yes, we super glued it back together. A trick learned from a surgeon we know. Pretty handy stuff! Jeanne was real liberal with the super glue. I really only had 9 toes when she was finished. So I decided to pick it off the unwounded one and the part in between. Ouch! I was numb with shock when the knife hit, this part was painful! So we stuffed a Kleenex (don't forget the capitol K on Kleenex or the spell checker gets nasty with you) between the two toes and glued some more. Surgery complete! I covered with a sock on one foot and there you go. Next time I drive by Kaiser I will wag my tongue at them! "Ha Ha - who needs you?"
So much for our shopping plans. So, being stuck at home to hobble, I have become the turkey day bake queen. Cookies, pie, rolls, dinner, you name it! I know, I am using precious solar energy but Dad says it is OK if I am making food.
Holiday times are always dangerous for me. I seem to manage to damage myself the first of the week off and then have the rest of the time trying to mend. Reminds me of another time; the one where it was the night before my lovely vacation and I locked the front door and headed to bed in the dark. The problem was, I tried to go through the corner of the hall wall with my face on the way. Bam! Knocked me flat on my butt! (I can't believe this speller doesn't know Bam! Tough!~) Anyway, as I was seeing big swirling stars and moaning Dad helped me get an ice pack. I gashed myself and it felt like there was blood running on the inside of my face. Sure enough, over the next couple days I became more swollen and black and blue - both eyes and all down my face. I looked like I had been in a car accident. Roger had to take the silent blame though when I braved going out for the first time. We went to get a taco and as we stood at the counter the stares went from me (mouth open) to him (disgust) - no questions asked. Good for me, I really didn't want to admit to the world that I was not completely brilliant, as a matter of fact, that I had tried to face plant myself to the corner of the wall!
I have some time off in January and we are planning a trip to Disneyland. I am all ready on eBay shopping for body protection...AND you can bet we have a new addition to our first aid kits - SUPER GLUE!
