This morning began like any other morning. Up early. Showered. Then. An idea hit me. A delicious idea. For a change, I would make myself a breakfast sandwich with muenster cheese. I rushed through getting dressed and made my way to the kitchen. I had just slid it from the pan to my plate and cut it into two manageable pieces when it happened. I bumped the knife from the counter top sending the shiny flash of silver to the floor.
It was a clean cut that terrified me. I hate knives! I grabbed towel, squeezing it to my foot -- afraid to look! Nervous!
Long story short -- I made my way to the doctor who said, "you need a couple stitches... and a tetanus shot." (Of course I'm thinking -- is that safe for my growing bean?) I'm also thinking... STITCHES! I've not had those since I was 10! (See, I'm not exaggerating. I AM a chicken.) I smiled sweetly, "Is there any way we can avoid the stitches?" He said that, well, if I didn't mind the scar, I could have a butterfly bandage and gauze instead. I opted for the friendly-sounding butterflies. Who cares about a scar on one's toe? I'm no foot model!
I also needed a flu shot. So, the flu shot went into my left shoulder, and the tetanus shot into my right. And of course, I'm hobbled now as well. Ugh.
The challenge tomorrow? Finding a wearable pair of shoes.
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