As we were getting ready to say bedtime prayers with Isabella tonight, I stepped on something sharp on the floor of her bedroom.
Now, I like to walk around barefoot (“I hates dem shoos”) and we have nice smooth hardwood floors. So you can tell me it’s my own dang-fool fault.
After limping a bit and taking a quick glance, we decided to finish the prayers and put the baby to bed before dealing with the whale-spear in my foot since praying is done on the knees, not on the feet.
When we went to look at it—first on my own and then with Melanie’s help—it was hard to see. There was just a tiny spot of blood and that’s it. But it was certainly there! I could feel it. Yet no amount of fiddling with the tweezers could coax it out. It was just too small.
We figure it was a tiny shard from the glass Melanie broke earlier today. (Water on her laptop computer; heart in throat; everything okay in the end.)
I’m just glad I was the one who stepped on it and not Isabella. She would have howled and screamed and there’s no way we would have ever figured out what was wrong.
I’ll gladly take the bullet to spare her. Now I just need to wait for the thing to come out on its own or to work its way in like a shard from a Nazgul knife wending its way to my heart. Anyone know where you can get a bit of kingsfoil herb?
I don’t know if y’all have this in Mass. or not, but look in your local pharmacy for some Black Salve or Drawing Salve. It is a Stockholm tar mixture that you can put on your foot, over where the shard of glass is and it will draw out the shard over the course of a few hours. The tar mixture adheres to the glass, and as it dries, and shrinks, it pulls the shard from your skin. It doesn’t smell like a bed of roses, but it does work.
Strange, but I too had an “accident” yesterday! I went to move a sprinkler, at night, on a hill, and slipped on the wet grass, tumbling onto some sharp rocks, which really tore up my left leg from top to bottom. Although not deep wounds, I bled like a “stuffed pig” as the old saying goes; maybe cause of being diabetic? Anyway, sure enough, no gauze, no Neosporin, no large bandage, no peroxide in the house. Talk about being prepared. Luckily, my wife called our daughter, who responded at 9:30 at night, to bring over these medications. Thank God for her! Lesson learned; we will be going to the drug store ASAP to stock up for future emergencies!!! Anyway, I feel your pain! Blessings+
Deacon John G.
SOAK SOAK SOAK – if you want to try w/epsom salts. make it all better
Thanks everyone. Looks like it came out on its own. Or at least it doesn’t hurt anymore. If my foot swells up like a balloon and turns red and black, we’ll know it didn’t.
Well, I have to say that I am disappointed in you for walking around barefoot all the time.
Aren’t Dads supposed to be always bugging the kids about (1) keeping on their shoes, (2) turning off the lights when they leave the room, (3) changing the toilet paper roll, and (4) refilling the ice cube trays?
C’mon man . . . keep the shoes on . . . solidarity!!
I’m with you on all the others, but not on the shoes. I’m Huck Finn/Tom Sawyer/Bilbo Baggins at heart. Just ask my mom: I got into all sorts of trouble as a kid walking around barefoot. I just hate to wear shoes.
Well, as the saying goes, “When you grow up and have a home of your own . . .”
Did you wash the floor after the glass broke?
We don’t allow shoes in the house but once a glass breaks, there’s no barefootin’ until the floor is thoroughly washed. My wife swears a washing on hands and knees in the only way to be sure to get all the little pieces.
No, but that’s a good idea. I’ll do that when I get home. I’m not even sure it was glass, but it was tiny. The weird thing is that the glass that broke was all the way on the other side of the kitchen on the table and it didn’t shatter much. Only thing I can figure is that a shard got onto clothes and was carried into the room and fell. But better safe than sorry.