Okay, so yamember last night when I said that I was going to spend the entire evening romantically folding a secret stash of fabrics that I storybook style happened upon???
I was sorely mistaken....and I mean SORELY mistaken.
I spent the night in the E.R. and the morning in the O.R. and the afternoon in the W.H.Y.M.E. and then transferred to the H.O.W. on earth. I have tried to answer the how so many times to so many doctors, physician's assistants, nurses, anesthesialogists (sp?), surgeons, x-ray techs, you name it. With every lame attempt to describe my even lamer freak accident involving that beautiful tool which I admire the most, I kept thinking if I could just use that tool...the almighty pencil...and draw a picture of it, maybe it would then actually make sense.
So here goes, I figured drawings would be much less grotesque than photos.
An unsuspecting Anna flits around the studio tidying up, anticipating a night of folding fabric fun. The No.2 lies in wait.
Not noticing a very sharp pencil on the floor, left by who knows, Anna walks in its path and in one motion manages to scoop up the pencil with the right foot, jabbing the lead into the middle toe of the left foot, tripping on it enough to hear a snapping break of the lead, and finally landing on the floor in one whiney "fwump-ouwwwah". She could see a deep whole in her toe and feel a huge amount of pressure, but then the real horror set in.......
....laying on the floor behind her was a pencil with the top broken off, not just the lead but the wood too. "Where is the tip to that pencil?", she thought to herself as she tearfully rubbed her hands across the can't-wait-to-rip-it-up carpet. Upon the quick and obvious analysis that the rest of that pencil was lodged in her toe, with no easy way to get it out, Anna and her nurse/neighbor Karen, decided this
was worth bringing Daddy home from work and taking a trip to the ER.
So many hours and three attempts by two people later (and lots of toe pain) we could not dislodge all the pencil from my foot. The best option was to stay overnight in the hospital, and wake up to the hope that it wouldn't take long to get into surgery.
I wish my first, and hopefully only, surgery had been for a more noble cause....but as several people have pointed out, its like a strangely beautiful irony that I was injured on the most basic tool of my trade. You could say drawing is in my blood, er-uhh, not anymore I guess.
The happy ending? Coming home from a successful, quick surgery this afternoon and finding this on a day when I felt like such a clutz.
Heather did me a blurb and I am so grateful because I am meeting more of YOU and I appreciate all the wonderful new friends I have and all their comments too!! Keep em comin.
"Miss Amazing" was not feeling such today, but I thank you none the less.
And Heather, these are for you, they're freshcut