...but at least my craft room's clean.
Monday began as a wonderful day. I had lots of energy and decided to clean, organize and redesign my little craft room. An hour into the endeavor a sudden little painful poke brought me up short. What happened? I checked out my right big toe where a tiny drop of blood was visible. Dang. A needle in the carpet. A straw needle. A very fine needle. As long as I searched I couldn’t find it. So I vacuumed like a mad woman fearing I’d get poked again. And the day went on. No pain. No swelling. It wasn’t until the drive home from my work-out that my poor toe started to hurt a bit. I felt around and…uh oh. Was that the point of a needle just under the skin?
At 4:30 I took myself off to the local emergency room. X-rays showed about ¾” of a needle was smack dab in the middle of my toe. I was rather embarrassed as I sat in the waiting room amidst very sick and injured people. Lots of them. Wow, that place was busy on a Monday evening! But by 9:00 p.m. it was my turn to get an exam room. For not having seen a doctor in 5 hours all of a sudden I had a small army gathering and consulting and scratching their heads. The needle was in pretty deep and they weren’t sure how to proceed.
Two orthopedic surgeons decided on a plan and for the next ½ hour it was “cut and open,” “cut and open.” Finally the culprit was found and removed! After a few stitches, lots of bandaging and an X-ray, to be sure no tiny piece was left behind, I was able to drive myself home.
Moral of the story: Wear shoes in the craft room.