T's story: So I'm happily working... OK, maybe not happily. Let's just say that I'm working. And my cell phone goes off. My wife says, "Come home RIGHT NOW!!" I recognize that tone of voice. It is the one I used when her mother died. Thoughts flew through my head. Did she total the SLK? Did a relative die? Is the SLK all right? (Yes, I stole from the Simpsons. Sue me.)
I rush home to find my wife with her foot in the sink. Did I mention blood? After ascertaining that my wife was not, indeed, dying, I pretty much figured my plans for the evening had changed.
My story: I first noticed that I had walked into T's knife because my foot felt like it had been stung. Then it was the bright stains on our otherwise pale carpet. I couldn't get to linoleum fast enough.
So I'm mostly naked, bleeding profusely from a foot, and 8 feet of VERY white carpet from a phone.
T said as we left the ER, "You are an expensive date."
I rush home to find my wife with her foot in the sink. Did I mention blood? After ascertaining that my wife was not, indeed, dying, I pretty much figured my plans for the evening had changed.
My story: I first noticed that I had walked into T's knife because my foot felt like it had been stung. Then it was the bright stains on our otherwise pale carpet. I couldn't get to linoleum fast enough.
So I'm mostly naked, bleeding profusely from a foot, and 8 feet of VERY white carpet from a phone.
T said as we left the ER, "You are an expensive date."
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Date: 2008-04-24 01:17 am (UTC)*hug* sorry to hear you had a run-in with a sharp thing. i hope it wasn't too many stitches. *hug*
(also, why was there an open knife on the floor? reminds me of the time
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Date: 2008-04-24 05:14 am (UTC)Door frame. Two sinks. Bathtub. Bath mat. About a dozen drops spread over 15 feet of carpet. And me. How I got blood all the way up one leg I have no idea.
Happily, no stitches. We think I walked into the tip of the knife. Small entry, head-wound-level quantities of blood. The ER doc seemed convinced I have not sliced anything I'll need later (a tendon, for instance), though he offered an Xray to ensure the knife tip hadn't broken off in my foot. *wince* I declined and took a careful look at the knife when I got home. Looks intact.
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Date: 2008-04-24 04:01 am (UTC)And the SLK?
How about the carpet?
ER? What happened there?
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My mom had trouble mopping the kitchen floor this weekend because every time she turned around, there were new spots. Spots of blood. From one of her own feet. She remembered having wiped something off her foot, and that action scratched her foot, apparently more deeply than she had thought, but she never found the piece of glass or whatever it was.
She also burnt her finger when she was trying to fix the vacuum cleaner. Right next to the place where she had cut her finger. I said it's good thing she didn't burn it in the same place, because then the burn blister would have been pre-popped.
I get home and find that my sister also has a big burn blister on one of her fingers.
Okay guys, quit scaring me and be careful!
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Date: 2008-04-25 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-24 11:08 am (UTC)I'm glad you're okay. Hope it heals before your next hike around a foreign country.
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Date: 2008-04-25 10:00 pm (UTC)Or perhaps I am thinking of my knives.
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Date: 2008-04-24 12:13 pm (UTC)And then you get to add insult to injury by having to clean the house... argh.
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Date: 2008-04-24 12:27 pm (UTC)Obviously, you have not yet learned how to fly without leaking. First place a hand over the bleeding spot on your foot. Then hover over the carpet quickly on your one remaining foot until you reach a towel that is a dark color. Wrap your foot in said towel.
I know this only works if you think about it before hand but really, there should be more concern here about your foot and less about the carpet. I thought you were moving anyway. Spot remover is a good idea.
I hope you are recovering nicely and won't try anything silly like putting on shoes for a while.
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Date: 2008-04-25 10:11 pm (UTC)I discovered as I dripped into the sink (and onto the floor, bathmat and other sink) that we have no dark clean towels that I felt all right bleeding on. None. Anywhere in the house. Scary, huh? I was voting paper towels, but they were a floor away.
T pointed out, in a fair amount of detail, that my priorities (carpet over bleeding foot) are in questionable order. I'm not entirely sure that he is finished with that speech. He keeps adding to it. *rueful smile*
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Date: 2008-04-26 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-24 12:50 pm (UTC)I hope you'e OK and not in too much pain today.
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Date: 2008-04-25 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-26 02:06 am (UTC)no subject
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