an awesome morning

[dragonlady7]

Got a text message last night from Z that he was feeling sick, so when I came home I microwaved us some chicken soup, made him hot tea with lemon, toasted him an english muffin, and tucked him into bed with a teddy bear and a warm blankie.
This morning I got up, remembered it was garbage day, and wrestled the new gigantic garbage tote to the curb-- although the garbage truck has probably already been by and I just didn't hear it. They gave us these new bins to protect against rats, but the things are the size of the car (I'm not kidding) and my driveway is rather small, so it was a heroic and almighty struggle to get this thing out to the curb.
I managed to rip off quite a big chunk of my left big toenail in the process.


It hurt.


I stomped inside and went to the bathroom to get some toilet paper to stanch the flow of blood. Z was in there, finishing with his shower. I opened the door and squeezed by him to get to the sink to look for the rubbing alcohol, muttering about how much a toe injury sucks when your job is to run around all day.
Then Z vomited copiously into the toilet.
Great!
So I wrapped toilet paper around my foot and went to get him a hairtie. Fortunately he was done. He insisted he felt better. That only works for little kids, though.
So I made him some tea and sat him down at the table, and disinfected my toe and put a band-aid on it, and then he said he felt better so he ate an English muffin (the last one-- I shed a tiny tear and resolve to buy more one of these weeks when we finally go grocery shopping. Which I've been putting off for two weeks).
He decided to go to work, and got dressed. I assembled a care package to get him through the day: chicken soup, juice, honey and lemon to put in tea there, his slippers, and a fuzzy blanket. I think if you're going to show up sick to a job with no paid sick days, you should be ostentatious about it.


He left for work, promising to come back home if he didn't feel well. The editor was so ill yesterday he nearly fainted while walking out the art department door, so Z is comparatively wussy seeing as he's reliably conscious. But. I am hoping not to get sick.


So I ate my plain oatmeal and a multivitamin and then realized I didn't know how to take a shower without getting my freshly-disinfected toe all soapy and dirty-watery. So I wound up taking a shower sitting in the tub with a drinking glass pouring water over my head from the bath tap. But it worked, and I am clean.
However, after the soaking it received, my good foot suddenly started bothering me, and so I have just sat down to investigate, and determined that a shard of glass was embedded in the ball of my foot just behind the big toe, and due to its orientation it had actually been there for some time, possibly weeks-- there had been something bothering me there but I could never discover the source of the irritation.
The soaking had weakened the skin, and now the glass was protruding, and causing damage to the skin around it. So I sat and dug the little fucker out, and now I have two bleeding feet.


Z, now at work, commisserated over IM, and told me to put my foot up to the IM window, whereupon he sent the :* smiley to me. So I at least virtually feel better, but I also got blood on my monitor.


I would call in sick but Z didn't, and also my laptop has just shipped and will be delivered next week, and I may have to call in sick to play with it. So I'm considering this my pre-emptive karma day, as I believe that if you call in sick when you aren't, some force zaps you and makes you sick.


Oh, I neglected to mention that while I was taking out the trash something, possibly the pain of my ripped toenail, made me suddenly come up in hives all around my neck. That itches too.

Who needs little kids when the universe hates you just fine on your own? UGH.

I'm sort of hoping that the day can't get worse, but I'm reluctant to say so, because the universe has a way of always answering the assertion that things can't get worse with a resounding, "Wanna bet?" and a plague of locusts.

Comments

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Here's hoping the locusts stay away. Surely two bleeding feet is enough. :)

[mother2012.livejournal.com]

I don't quite know whether to laugh or cry. But if the universe can store up points for going in to work when both feet are cut, it can surely store up this day against one that will be superlatively good.