A "Toe"-tal Ouch..And Some Other Fun Stuff

Okay, so I am going to break what I'm sure are the cardinal rules of decorum, and post pictures of a bloody foot, and vomit. But those are just the breaks when you have had the grand experiences that I have had over the past week and a half.

The fun started when being the genius that I am, I tipped an extremely heavy kitchen chair, with Will sitting in it, over. The chair landed smack dab on my big toe nail bed, and let me tell you, OUCH!!!! Del was not home because he had just jumped in the moving truck with Brady at the last second and had been on the road to sunny California for a couple of hours.
My writhing in agony sent my boys on a hunt for band aides and their special blankets to comfort me, but alas, not even those healers of all ouchies could help my toe.
I called Del and asked him if he knew what I should do, and he said pretty helplessly that he didn't. So I tried to get as comfortable as possible and wait it out. I was sure I had broken it, but I know that at the E.R. they just say that it is too bad for you, and tape it, or something else useless like that.

Mandy showed up at my house with a very special "princess boot," or medical shoe for those of us with less imagination than Alec.She had heard from Brady I had smashed the livin' daylights out of my toe. We then sat around and watched it turn blacker and blacker. By 7:00 that night, this princess had had enough, and after a reassuring call to Dr. Jared, I had to call my neighbor to sit with my kids while I drove myself to the E.R. The first hospital had a four hour wait, which I cried when I heard because the pain was running all the way up my leg and into my hip by now. I made it to another hospital, where they did x-rays, stuck about eight shots into my toe and used a hot drill to make a hole for the blood causing all the pain to escape.

Oh, so happy to have some relief, I hobbled my way back out to my car. The medical shoe was proving very welcome at this moment. With many promised phone calls to make to my mom and Del to assure them I was okay, I started home. This was when I realized that my gas tank was running on fumes and my cell phone was dead as a door nail, (or my toe nail in this case.) To my further dismay, the one gas station in the area was closed when I pulled up, and now panic was setting in. There isn't much in the area and it was almost midnight, I had no cell phone and a hurt toe, (it wasn't broken by the way, just pulverized.) So apparently in my state of alarm I was going ten miles over the speed limit through about a two bloke section of road where the speed limit suddenly drops drastically, and I almost screamed in frustration when I saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I know, I know, I should have been able to get out of this one. I have had many a comment about that already, but no, after 11 years since the one and only ticket I have ever received, I accepted my fate and limped into a gas station, finally, ticket in hand.

Trust me, I did the screaming in frustration thing when I had safely seen my neighbor off and got in bed, in defeat.

I don't remember a lot of the next day, just worry for the Spencer's, wondering where in the country Del and Brady where, cleaning up an entire bottle of red liquid children's Tylenol Will dumped out, off my carpet, and sitting with foot propped up holding Georgia.

The next day, Del got home. Yeah! I had just handed Georgia off to him when he walked in, when suddenly she threw up. I bent down to wipe the mess up off the floor, and her flood gates opened and I ended up with vomit running off the back of my head and in between my shoulder blades. What timing. We have now had sick children for a week, and Del even took a turn. I am just bidding my time judging from my scratchy throat. I also feel a bit of a tooth ache. Is there no relief in sight?

So, the adventures never end and why would we want them to? Life would sure be a whole lot more boring. P.S. Watch out for falling kitchen chairs!

I know that my feet are already not the most attractive, but trust me, my toe looks better than it did the day before I took this picture!

Maybe vomit has some kind of shine inhancing vitamin or something. Here's hoping. Look at that sweet little face. She looks so apologetic!