Apparently I didn't have enough excitement in my life that I thought a trip to the E.R. was in order. Yesterday my son was on the back porch and broke a glass bottle that was left from the coke bottle ring toss game from my daughters birthday party on Saturday. I went out to clean it up and stepped on a piece of glass and put a 1 and 1/2 inch gash in the bottom of my foot.
Now I don't deal with blood and gashes to well. My sock immediately went red with blood and I tried to look, but it made me nauseous. All I can think is, here I am home alone with my 3 year old son, and I might pass out. So I got to the phone and called my aunt who lives just a couple miles down the road and asked her to come over. Called my husband hysterically and freaked him out.
My little man, is pacing circles around me, saying "momma I'm so sorry I broke your foot." I explained to him that it wasn't his fault. He was trying to be helpful. I asked him to go get me a towel from the laundry room. He comes back with one of my husbands handkerchiefs, which I immediately soak. So I send him back for another and he comes back with one of my white cup towels. I said..buddy I need something BIG....go find me a big towel. Third times the charm, he brings me a large bath towel and it happens to be red.
My aunt comes in and finds me in the floor with a pool of blood and says lets go to the hospital. My husband pulled up as we were getting in the truck to leave. I fully expected to see flashing lights behind him. He jumps in and off we go to the hospital.
Now, when anyone in my family goes to the hospital, it's a family affair ya'll. I go to the hospital and by the time I leave, in my little E.R. room is me, my husband, my aunt and my mother. We're all about moral support.
Oh wait it gets better. My cousin couldn't leave work, but insists on someone taking pics and sending them via her cell phone. So as I am being stitched up my husband is taking pictures with the cell phone and sending them to my cousin. Who then texts back this reply....SWEET! She on the other hand thrives on the blood and gashes.
I would share these lovely pictures with you, but I really don't want to run you off. Plus that means that I would have to look at them. So sorry to disappoint. Here is one picture I will share with you though.
I am the lucky owner of a lovely post op shoe and pair of crutches and 4 stitches, my first ever by the way. Don't be jealous. I said, of course I would hurt my foot when I am in desperate need of a pedicure. And here I thought I was going to blog about the mundane. Silly me.
Sometimes, God suggests to us to slow down. Then when we don't listen...God slows us down Himself.