So, Annie suggested I blog about my toe, which I have since named "gimpy" (which I find it rather amusing that my smart phone always wants to automatically to change the word to "humor!")
It happened one HOT summer day in 2008...I decided on my own that the land was just looking too overgrown and that I needed to do some work. I've watched my daddy previously spend hours outside so I was confident that I could handle it...little did I know! I went outside in shorts, Tshirt, flip flops and a large cup of Coke. So here I go, I start out by picking up the limbs from a huge fallen tree and putting it in a pile to burn. I have no idea how long it took, but I did it until it was all done! Go me right, just a couple, ok quite a few, scratches on my arms and legs. Then I decided, hey, the island in the middle of the pond needs to be cut, but I couldn't get the small push mower to turn on so I decide, well, daddy's set it on fire before, I should try that! (by now, I don't realize how worn out I am and I'm not thinking straight because I'm hot too). I grab a near full 5 balloon gas can and walk over the bridge with some matches. Hmm...how will I set it on fire? I don't remember that part of the process. Ok so I throw some gas out on the island and maybe I should just dip this twig in some gas and then light it and throw it real fast. I try that, the twig lights but goes out as I throw it. Try again Karen. Ok let's just put a little gas on a blade of thick grass and set it on fire. Ok got a little burning but it's going out. Maybe it needs more gas? So I go to toss some more gas out of the can and as I do, WHOOM! The gas in the air catches on fire and I fall backward. Phew! Almost caught me on fire! It could have gotten my hair! You think I would have given up but oh nooooooooooooo...I decide to give up on the island and just use a Weedeater, except I haven't ever used one before. I can't get the one with orange twine turned on, and I don't see any more orange string and it looks like it's out, not that I would have known how to put the string on...but anyway. Oh look! There's my daddy's old Weedeater! You know the one with metal blades! That hasn't been used in years! Yeah, that one! Hmm...it says on the side that it needs half gas and oil...ok how to mix...oh yes a small 1 galloon gas can with it already mixed! Score! So I pour it in, it says how to choke and pull it and push the button, etc. So I read and follow the instructions (still to this day, people ask how on earth I managed to get it turned on!) And it's not too heavy either. So I tell myself I will come back to the island when it stops smoking and start on around trees etc. You know I might drop my phone and lose so I should put it inside the house. And the ditch out front by the road really needs the most weedeating, so off I go, down the driveway. I get to work and it's looking good, I got a little system going. I think to myself and amuse myself, thinking what a sight I am and literally having a dream of cutting my foot off. Well about this time, a hornet or something comes out of the grass and flies under my left foot flip flop and step on it and it stings me! Ouch!!!! In an effort to try to "swipe" the hornet away, I go to swipe but I forget I have a Weedeater in my hands, I swipe it right across my big toe and into my second before I realize and drop it and myself to the ground! Omg!!!! I was in such shock, I barely felt it at first! By the time, I realized I was screaming at the top of my lungs in the middle of the driveway and here come several neighbors in their cars and they just wave and keep going! They must've been thinking, that girl is crazy! I try to think of what I need to do, I don't want my toe to fall off so I need to keep my flip flop on. I try to stand but I can't. I try to stand and hop, but I keep blacking out. Stay on track Karen think! So I drag my foot behind me, grasping grass and dirt with my fingers and pulling myself. Ofcourse I'm at home alone and the dogs are frightened, not that they could help me. I somehow manage to make it to the front door where I collapse on the tile. My foot is throbbing and I can tell I'm losing blood fast so I grab a kitchen towel and wrap it up. I manage to reach my phone off the counter and call my mom before I collapse on the floor and just had enough signal to scare the mess out of her! And she's in Tennessee by the way! So then I get someone to come get me and once we get to the hospital, I realize, we left the front door open, the dogs frightened and not locked up and my purse with my ID and insurance card! They ask me if I want to keep my flip flop! No, just help me! They do X-rays using a portable machine and move my toe every which way before numbing it! I'm dying here! I've never even broke a bone before! They finally numb my toe, ouch that hurts like...ahh that's better, now let's get pictures! So they stitch my toe back on and I see my foot dr. I worked for, because I only trust him! My toe finally heals. But the bone started growing out of my toe and it rubbed on my big toe. Which my big toe nail grew back fine. I had surgery in 2009 to remove the sharp piece of bone. My toe it fine now, just GIMPY!
Moral: Wear steel toed boots, pants, and safety gear when doing yard work...
Or don't do it at all (which is what I chose from then on!) Suggestion: GET A MAN TO DO IT! :)
PHOTOS OF GIMPY:
Toe at Hospital.
Hospital Xray.
After stitches.
Weedeater.
Weedeater Blade.
Xray after surgery to remove bone.
FAVORITE PHOTOS OF DESTINY TODAY:
FAVORITE PHOTOS OF THE DAY:
Me and My Foster Mom Giving Me My First Bath!
CHARLIE :)
Charlie Playing After His Bath :)
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