jugglers

last night we were supposed to go for a walk, but we left it too late and i was tired so b went on his own. he likes walking, it makes him feel grounded and revived. i like that about him. while he was out i thought i'd help myself to a bowl of sherbet. as i closed the refrigerator behind me a glass pitcher fell from the top of the fridge, hit the counter then fell to land on my foot and shatter. the pain was unbelievable. similar to an extremely stubbed toe. i wondered if the toes were broken. i tried to be brave and not freak out so i went into the living room to sit down. as i tried to calm down i noticed it was bleeding and dripping onto the carpet. i was so sad that brendan was not home, both to help me but also because i knew he would be upset that he wasn't there when i was hurt. i hobbled into the bedroom and updated my facebook status to "Lesley McKnight Lorimer is bleeding all over but brendan is out for a walk and can't help me. a glass pitcher fell of my foot." when i was finished typing i discovered a large puddle on the carpet so i called my mom. she encouraged me to get a cloth to stop the bleeding, and offered to come help me. but she lives in amherstview and b would probably be home before she arrived. i decided to try calling bren. but it was late and i got the answering machine. once i hung-up from her the phone rang and it was meg offering to come over. she and ben arrived and set to work dressing my cut and sweeping up the glass. i wanted to wait for brendan before we went to the hospital. i didn't want him to arrive home to broken glass and piles of blood, but meg managed to convince me it was time to go. we drove down albert street since i know that's the route he always takes to come home, and sure enough we bumped into him a block from our house. he was confused and didn't realize i was with them. he was just waving friendly and asking how they were doing. finally he clued in and we managed to coax him into the van so we could get to the KGH.

the wait in emerge wasn't too bad. we had a few giggles because meg is 8 mos pregnant and people thought she was in labour. i was feeling ok but was worried that i was wasting everyone's time. maybe it wasn't serious. maybe it was and i'd need stitches – also not an appealing option. i've had stitches twice before – in the same spot, on my face, between my eyes – but can't remember it since i was just a toddler. so stitches were essentially new to me. the doctor was very kind and very impressed with meg's bandaging. she confirmed my toes were not broken but that i would lose the nail. b guessed i'd need two stitches and in the end she gave me 4 – including one thru my toenail. the needles for freezing was the worst part. but i quite liked the feeling of a frozen toe. it was still frozen when i woke up today :)

we were home by 12:00. it worked out well that it didn't take too long so that ben + meg could just give us a lift home. i was super thankful that they were able to come and help out. meg is a great caretaker, ben was a great human crutch, and b was very supportive and told me i was brave.

i went to work today because i needed to do a presentation to the sales team. i couldn't drive because i can't press down hard on the clutch. brendan gave me a drive then went to work himself. by lunch i was feeling some discomfort and had regained the feeling in my foot. i suspected my toe was bleeding again but wasn't sure since the doctor told me to wear socks and shoes. so i thought i'd just check on how it was doing. i found it was in fact bleeding again and had bled thru the bandage and into my sock. my colleague told me that it was probably bleeding because it wasn't elevated. so i got a drive home with someone and have been lying down for most of the rest of the day. except for when we went out for indian food (yum).

well. it was quite the experience :p i have to take out the stitches in a week to 10 days. good thing i'm not going to the beach this weekend after all! i'm glad i went to work even if i didn't stay the whole day. the presentation went well. i was told that i spoke very authoritatively. which is good – i wanted to gain their respect. i'm not the 23 year old that i was when i first started working there. i have a lot to offer and i wanted them to understand that. all in all it wasn't a half bad day, especially the part when i got to lie on the grass under a tree :)

you were bleeding all over the place and i rushed you off to the hospital.