Friday, February 22, 2013

Just Call Me Bloody Toe

So, I kinda got stabbed last night.

Don't freak out. I wasn't attacked by anything other than an errant steak knife. :-/

As I was clearing the silverware out of the drain board cup thing, a rubber handled spatula got into a heated argument with the steak knife and ousted the knife before I was ready for him. And, well, the knife plunged head first and right into my left big toe where it stabbed me.

I don't think it's all that bad but it sure loved/loves to bleed. I left a trail of blood from the kitchen to the bathroom and had a hard time getting the blood flow staunched enough to get a band-aid on it. Good thing I'm not the sort to get woozy at the sight of her own blood, right?

Hurts like a son-of-a-biscuit, it does. Whole toe is sore and tender. I almost called in stabbed to work this morning but figured I wouldn't get a whole lot of sympathy for my plight. haha

Meanwhile, I'm walking all wonky at a snails pace and I can't decide what hurts more now...my poor bloody toe or the rest of my foot which is now cramping from the awkward way I'm walking to accommodate the toe.

It's a good Friday story to tell, anyway. The night I was stabbed by a steak knife! :-D

1 comment:

Heather said...

OUCH! Glad you didn't do any major damage, get cut deep enough to require stitches or - you know - accidentally amputate a digit.

I understand completely about the cramped foot, too. Been there all too recently, after I slipped on the basement stairs and bruised my instep. It made walking in boots on icy sidewalks very interesting, lol. :-\

Hope the toe feels better this week!