- Color eggs with the boys
- Make copies for VBS meeting
Not on my list of things to do today:
- Get a tetanus shot
It happened like this...
Today was not a warm day. But in brave defiance of the chilly spring weather, I decided to wear my flip-flops anyway.
Greg was in the van, about to leave. I made an unnecessary quick trip outside before he left.
This is how I came back in:
It may not look like much, but it was caused by a rusty roofing nail, and later in the afternoon it was classified as a "puncture wound". Ouch.
All parties involved confirmed that I would need to get a tetanus shot. I asked if waiting 'till lock-jaw set in would be too late to get one.
Apparently, it would, because I was outvoted 3-1.
So, we got on the phone to get me in at the doctor's office. I had to go through all that 'new-patient' registration and stuff. The only doctor I have seen with any regularity in my adult life has been the one to deliver my babies. You know the one.
I don't think he gives tetanus shots for "puncture wounds" from rusty nails.
The interesting thing is, there was a time in my life that going to the doctor for any reason made me incredibly nervous. If I wasn't sick before I got there, I sure was after my time in the waiting room.
I remember when Dale was a newborn, I even had the jitters for his first several well-baby visits.
Today? Not-so-much. Today's visit was just an interruption to my previous plans, and didn't involve any of those nerves.
Partly because there was no embarrassing condition to wonder about or dread explaining. No uncomfortable exam to endure. (I had even shaved my legs this morning! How lucky for me! Smooth ankles to show the doctor!)
But mostly this change is because I have seen more doctors in the past 2 years than the previous 22+ put together. As a group, they aren't intimidating or nerve-wracking or anything else.
And if Alan can get a needle in his arm ever week or two for months on end without complaining, I can get one tiny shot without complaining, right?
Right?
What's a nail in the foot compared to a new liver, huh? Yeah!
But that doesn't mean I'm not going to blog about it for sympathy.
And call my friends and family and tell them all about it.
And for those of you who have the same priorities as my sister, #1- I am fine, thank you, and #2 - my flip-flop recovered just fine from its puncture, and will live to be worn again another day. :)
Today was not a warm day. But in brave defiance of the chilly spring weather, I decided to wear my flip-flops anyway.
Greg was in the van, about to leave. I made an unnecessary quick trip outside before he left.
This is how I came back in:
It may not look like much, but it was caused by a rusty roofing nail, and later in the afternoon it was classified as a "puncture wound". Ouch.All parties involved confirmed that I would need to get a tetanus shot. I asked if waiting 'till lock-jaw set in would be too late to get one.
Apparently, it would, because I was outvoted 3-1.
So, we got on the phone to get me in at the doctor's office. I had to go through all that 'new-patient' registration and stuff. The only doctor I have seen with any regularity in my adult life has been the one to deliver my babies. You know the one.
I don't think he gives tetanus shots for "puncture wounds" from rusty nails.
The interesting thing is, there was a time in my life that going to the doctor for any reason made me incredibly nervous. If I wasn't sick before I got there, I sure was after my time in the waiting room.
I remember when Dale was a newborn, I even had the jitters for his first several well-baby visits.
Today? Not-so-much. Today's visit was just an interruption to my previous plans, and didn't involve any of those nerves.
Partly because there was no embarrassing condition to wonder about or dread explaining. No uncomfortable exam to endure. (I had even shaved my legs this morning! How lucky for me! Smooth ankles to show the doctor!)
But mostly this change is because I have seen more doctors in the past 2 years than the previous 22+ put together. As a group, they aren't intimidating or nerve-wracking or anything else.
And if Alan can get a needle in his arm ever week or two for months on end without complaining, I can get one tiny shot without complaining, right?
Right?
What's a nail in the foot compared to a new liver, huh? Yeah!
But that doesn't mean I'm not going to blog about it for sympathy.
And call my friends and family and tell them all about it.
And for those of you who have the same priorities as my sister, #1- I am fine, thank you, and #2 - my flip-flop recovered just fine from its puncture, and will live to be worn again another day. :)
6 comments:
Haha. I was concerned about the well-being of your flip flop.
Sorry bout that, I may havebeen guilty of moving the nail when I raked out the hedge monday.
Gramps
Ouch!
Oooh no fun. I like how your attitude about doctors has changed though...they really ARE the good guys! And I have much sympathy for you. I hate shots!
Glad you're fine...and those shots last for several years!
Happy Easter!!
oh that's awful. i hate rusty nail injuries.
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