The throbbing in my foot is a stark reminder of the point sharply taken in yesterday's "packing party" with a willing friend (in whom I am deeply appreciative!).
In this particular room the floor is adorned with a lovely, old calico colored carpet; a camouflage to just about anything...especially needles! It acts as a pin cushion to the fallen strays as a single one
My foot met it's accuser and crunch! Really, it sounded as if my foot was crushing something, when, in fact, I looked down and this needle had "crunched" into 3 levels of the bottom of my foot (or so it seemed and felt!)...through my sock! Ok ouch, yeah, it started to hurt after realizing what just took place. And yes! I carefully pulled this foreign object out ...and I kept pulling ...it was deep.
My dear friend, at this point (no pun intended...ok maybe a little) was not so willing. Ha! She handed me the alcohol covered cloth. But I made her pour it on my bleeding foot anyway ;o) It really didn't hurt at that point (I know, that word is getting old! I promise I'll stop). And really, the rest of the evening it was fine unless I put a little finger pressure on the wound.
This morning I woke up with a different story. My foot was throbbing with no pressure at all, at which
"When was your last tetanus shot?" my friend
(NO!!), I thought (because I'm a baby when it comes to needles! Oh the irony.) and then replied, "hmm...maybe in two thousand and seven when I was a dental assistant. I don't remember." ugh!
I, then, justified that the needle wasn't rusty; it was practically new before I stepped on it! So in that case, I will wait it out to see if I
The moral of that story is displayed in the very first line of this post. Need I repeat it again?
I WILL Enjoy My Kup today...
Cindy
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