So about 3:00 a.m. yesterday, I climbed out of bed and promptly stepped on a screw. Actually it was a pretty big screw, but since it was flat on the floor (as opposed to point-up), the size was no big factor. Still, it HURT, and I was crabby, so in a fit of pique I kicked it out of my way.
Except, of course, I didn’t. Instead, I kicked it INTO the sole of my foot just a bit, leaving a scrape/puncture about 1/4" long and only slightly deeper. No big deal–I threw on my shoes, went to work, and forgot all about it.
Unfortunately, I began to remember all about it yesterday evening, when it started aching like a rotten tooth. I put triple antibiotic on it, but I doubt it did any good, as it was not exactly an open wound even when it first happened. This morning, it hurts like crazy–my ankle as well as the somewhat-swollen cut itself–and lo! there are three lovely red lines of infection inching their way toward my ankle.
Crap. Now I have to bathe and dress everyone, load them in the van, and hobble off to Promptcare.
As to what the hell a 2.5" screw was doing on my bedroom floor, go figure. I blame the boys. One of them has Tools.
sigh
You’re screwed. (heh-heh)
Hope your visit to “doc-in-the-box” went well. My guess? A tetanus shot and an antibiotic shot, with a 10-day prescription of yet another antibiotic. Stay off your foot for a day or two, if possible (it’s not…you have kids). How close am I?
I once cut my foot on a busted pop bottle at Foster Avenue Beach in Chicago. Like a dork, I rinsed the blood off in the lake. A raging infection ensued. Note to self: rinse foot in something resembling clean water next time.
Well, I haven’t gone to the doc yet. Gonna wait until everyone wakes up and the storms have passed through.
Lakewater as antibacterial rinse, hmmm? Yep, that sounds exactly like something I’d do.
If the kids get a cut, I’m on it. But if something happens to me and I can still walk, it never occurs to me to do the cleaning/antibiotic cream/bandage route.
Did you keep the screw? It might have been one of your kids took it out of their bellybutton. It’ll be easy to tell which one it was. They’ll be the one whose ass fell off.
Get better and don’t be kickin’ no more screws.
There once was a bodypoet who stepped on a screw
She didn’t mean to,
But what could you do?
Once you’ve stepped on a screw…
Oh, Jesus, this brings back bad memories! i once got a little bit of rotten wood stuck in the palm of my hand; an EMT cleaned it out, and warned me I’d have a scar if I didn’t go to the emergency room. I didn’t mind a scar as much as I was terrified of needles, so I didn’t go to the emergency room–
–until 36 hours later, by which point they had to hook me up to an IV full of antibiotics. Good God, but that sucked. Hie thee to the hospital!
Daniel
Sounds like a developing case of blood poisoning, which could screw up your world royally, puns aside. If you’re not careful, it could snuff out the old candle.
Have fun talking with the nice doctors. If you’re good, they might give you a lollipop.
I have always been amazed at how many problems can be created by a little screw. sigh
Okay, I’m back from the doctor. Had to get a tetanus shot, and have to go fill a prescription for antibiotics. And my foot still hurts.
It was sort of gratifying to hear the nurse, when she looked at my foot, say something along the lines of “Wow! Look at those red streaks!”.
I guess I won’t be able to do any housework tonight, darnit! It could be DAYS before I feel better, I expect! Hehehehhehehehhhh…
Thanks for all the good wishes!
Huh; and I was sure this thread would be about copulating insects…
My dad is awesome at telling that joke! He is one of those rare people who can turn a joke into an event. Of course, he also does that with stories about us kids - they evolve over time.
Susan