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So late Monday evening I was walking rather gingerly into the kitchen to throw out the remains of my dinner, when I tripped over an exposed nail. Now, this hurt like a bitch, but I didn't think it was all that bad until I saw the blood literally gushing from the wound. And by gushing I mean there was a decently sized puddle on the floor where I was sitting and I went through a good half a pack of napkins attempting to keep the mess to a minimum.
Fortunately, my mom was there and as she's a nurse she was able to suture it closed with a butterfly closure and wrapped it up in gauze for me. Unfortunately, it was a bad enough gouge and I'd lost enough blood in a short amount of time that I actually went into the first stages of shock. I couldn't get warm, I couldn't stop shivering, and I couldn't control the movement of most of my limbs. So that wasn't all that fun.
I also don't have insurance, so I wasn't able to got to the ER, even though I probably should have. Still, my mother is a nurse and she knew what she was doing, so eventually the bleeding stopped and I began to regain feeling in my foot. Which is good, but it also hurts a fuckload more than it did before because now I can feel my toes again. Sadly it hurt so much that I couldn't even put a sheet over my foot to keep it warm because the weight was too much. But eventually I managed to crawl into bed and get some sleep.
Yesterday morning, I woke up, showered awkwardly without getting my foot wet while at the same time trying to keep my new tattoo from getting overly saturated, and had my mother redress the wound. I got dressed, took some Ibuprofen, and got into the car to attempt to drive into work.
I got about as far as the post office before I realized that I was in too much pain to survive an hour long drive into work, as it's my RIGHT toe that I ripped open. You know, the foot you drive with. So I turned the car around and drove home. When I got home, I called my boss and explained the situation, and told her I'd be back in the office the next day. I then spent the day in bed covered in blankets as much as possible, with my foot mostly propped up.
On the upside, this meant that I got to spend the day playing WoW with Taylor, which was fun! I'd missed playing WoW, and I'd also forgotten how little I'd actually gotten to play before, and how much I really do suck at the game. I love it, but I'd basically forgotten everything I used to know, and had to start over from scratch. But it was still amazingly fun and I hope I can find more time to play soon.
Also, further proof that I have the best boyfriend ever is not only does he spend an entire day helping me with WoW, but Monday night when I was in pain and shock and trying to scream and cry every time the feeling came back into my foot, he stayed online and gave me something to focus on other than my stupidity-caused injury. He distracted me with jokes and knowing that he was worried made me work to continue the conversation online without too many gaps on my end so that he would know what was going on and worry a little less.
So yeah, my foot hurts, my tattoo is beginning to scab and itch, I can't walk much faster than an old person shuffle, and I'm freezing 'cause I'm back in the office today and the heater seems to be broken, but at least I have people who care about me and an amazing boyfriend who made my day a lot better than it would have been without him.
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