Everytime Brad goes away.... something happens. It's inevitable.
sigh... or here
Brad was at the cabin with the boys for the remainder of Spring Break, but I had to work. This weekend, I decided to clean the house. Give a it good top to bottom Mary Poppins-esque scrub down.
I started upstairs in my ensuite. At some point, I started cleaning the shower doors. But I guess I was cleaning somewhat too vigorously and the glass shower doors came off their tracks.
No problem. You're talking to a woman who renovated a bathroom single handed, I think I am capable of putting shower doors back on.
Sweet mother of pearl that was easier said than done.
At one point, I was standing in the shower, holding the three doors together trying to connect them in all at once. Looking back, I realize this was an asinine thought, but in my defense I was desperate.
As I was trying to click all three glass doors into their respective tracks, the doors slipped and fell squarely on my big toe. I swore. Loud.
But I didn't have time to fuss about it because I was still holding the glass doors and I didn't want them to fall and shatter.
After stabilizing the doors (still weren't back in their tracks), I looked down.
It was a scene from Psycho. The entire shower floor was covered in blood. I looked down at my mangled toe and saw a deep "L" shaped gash. Awesome.
My predicament was now as follows:
1) I need the first aid kit
2) The first aid kit is in the boys bathroom
3) The boys bathroom and my ensuite are separated by a rather large expanse of light grey carpeting
I rinsed off both feet and made a sacrificial lamb of one of Brad's shirts from the laundry basket and hobbled over to the first aid kit. I was pretty sure I needed stitches and wasn't sure if I had broken my toe.
However, in my infinite wisdom, I was more concerned with getting the shower doors back on (and I still had to finish cleaning the rest of the house!). I did some battlefield first aid on my toe, popped an Advil and got back to it.
After calling out to a divine power for assistance, I was able to figure out how the doors went back on. The three doors nest in on each other, but what I didn't realize was that they click into the bottom track on two different levels. That little gem of knowledge would have saved a good hour of struggling. But they were back on, Hallelujah.
I know had a throbbing toe and had to decide if I needed stitches. I can't drive at the moment, or shouldn't I should say as I do still have my license. I knew that it didn't matter if the toe was broken because they don't do anything for that. So I made an executive decision to use some skin glue to close up the deep gash. Skip over the photo below if you're squeamish...
In retrospect, I really should have got stitches. The stitches would have closed the wound up whereas now I have a big gap, which means it's going to be a ugly scar, but whatever, it's a toe and it's still attached which is the main thing.
Thankfully, I don't think I broke it. Although it's sore, once the swelling went down I was able to bend my toe without excruciating pain which means I didn't break it. I've broken a toe before (incidentally when Brad was away hunting) and this time it isn't nearly as painful, so I think I'm in the clear.
Sometimes you just have to laugh at how things turn out, life is constantly keeping me in stitches.