We had a baby shower at the house (huge success) and afterward we were going to return the rented chairs, tip back a few Gin and Tonics, eat some hamburgers and say goodbye in style since Veronica and I are leaving today. As I was carrying a stack of ten plastic white chairs out to Bridget's truck, I was recounting how I had twisted my ankle earlier that day by stepping in a hole. Just as I said it, I stepped off the curb, into a hole, and twisted my ankle again. The chairs went flying and I dropped to my knees in pain. Not realizing that the stack of chairs landed directly on my poor little pinky toe. I didn't even see that until I went inside and saw all the blood. ALL THE BLOOD. I thought I had sprained my left ankle.
My friends were great. They encouraged me NOT to look at it, and pitied me as I bawled and shook and hyperventilated. Bridget was right on point and made me the strongest Gin and Tonic I have ever had, which complely took the edge off. I stopped crying and focused on other things while Michelle bandaged my toe.
|She got a little nausious. Notice the apron to prevent blood from getting on her white shirt.|
|Homemade dressing, after Bridget's Gin &Tonic.|
|Went to the doctor. $10 for the visit and $20 for all the supplies/antibiotics. There is a popsicle stick on the bottom.|
Today I leave for Costa Rica on the bus, and have to spend a couple days getting there, so this should be interesting. I'm pretty sure my backpack weighs 50 pounds too, and I've got quite a limp. I'll let you know how that goes.
p.s.When I was freaking out, I looked at Bridget and said, "how am I ever going to have a baby? And she said, "Let's face it. You're 33. That's probably never going to happen."