only someone with the extreme amount of talent that I poses, could possibly end up at the hospital so close to delivering a baby due to something that has nothing what-so-ever to do with the baby or pregnancy.
Saturday afternoon Princess was putting away the dishes, and dropped a glass. A very special glass, it was one of those Samual Adams better tasting beer glasses from Red lobster (the one Nathan was given way back when they first came out and Red Lobster had them. The waitress got special permission from the manager to let us take it home with us. Something about well behaved kids, and being selected to take a survey on the restaurant). BTW our waitress and the food was excellent. I digress.
So Princess dropped it, and it shattered ( into mostly large pieces) I picked them up and then ran the vacuum around several times to get any little broken pieces I may had missed. Princess finished the dishes, and the kitchen was walked in many times by dogs and kids for the next few hours. Flash forward to when I went to work on our Dinner soup. and stepped ( very hardly) on a piece of glass. Okay, no big deal, this kind of thing happens. I sat down, and tried to pull it out. No go. I got Aba and we went into the bathroom with the first aid kit, lots of lighting and he tried to pull it out. No go. Then it became more intense he tried again and again. I was crying so hard. It hurt really bad. We couldn’t get it out. The kids were watching from the doorway. Aba took navi to the store and they went to get some pointer tweezers to get a better hold on the glass. I soaked my foot trying to soften up the skin a bit, so it may be easier to remove. Aba came back and tried again. Still no go. The only option left was the ER. We had been trying to get this piece of glass out for almost 2 hours now.
At the hospital, the nurse took one look at me and asked if I was in labor. Nope, I’m not. Are you sure? she asked again. Then I explained about the glass in my foot. Then the questions came. Illegal drugs? nope. Smoke? nope. Drinking? nope. (Really, I am very pregnant, why would I be doing any of these things?)
I was ushered back and they began to prepare for the “operation” forms all over the place, sterilized kits, blood pressure, temp, heart rate, etc. A nurse had to verify I knew what was happening and why. I had to sign a form to remove a “foreign body” from my foot. ANd then they asked about tetanus. As in when my last shot was. I didn’t know. I was also informed because of my pregnancy they couldn’t x-ray my foot ( x-ray? they wanted an x-ray for a piece of glass?).
Several painful “numbing” shots later the doctor proceeded. I tried not to look, there was a lot of blood as he cut open my foot to retrieve the glass. He got it out, and stitched it up. Apparently it was an inverted triangle, and their was no way we could have gotten it out at home (I didn’t feel quite as stupid then). He stitches up my foot and then I was given the tetanus shot. I asked if we could put it in my numbed foot, the answer was no. After an hour and a half ( that was way less painful than the 2 at home) I was free to go.
Now 2 days later, I am still not walking on it, so I tiptoe around (the glass was in my heel), and have no real pain, just an annoying ache, I am not supposed to ‘walk” on it for a week. We’ll see how that goes. But my arm where the tetanus shot was given to me? That is killing me! It is hot, and has a red bump and hurts when anyone even thinks about touching it ( even wearing a jacket is painful!).
Hopefully the next time I visit the hospital, it will be to have the baby and not dues to some other random calamity I bestow upon myself!!
Psst! I won’t look at my foot as I hate the site of blood, stitches, anything like that, and make Aba change the band aids for me.
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