My Saturday

I need a little cheese with my WHINE. I think it was Elaine Boozler who said, : "Housework if done properly can kill you." I say this as I try and type with my left hand and three fingers on my right hand. Everything is NOT in sync. I decided to eradicate mold on Saturday, I took all the curtains down and cleaned the windows with bleach and water. After the curtains were washed I slid Daine's curtains back on the metal retractable rod. It was stuck. I push and pulled I got a screwdriver. I thought, "Oh this isn't a good idea the screw driver could slip and cut me." Famous last words, the rod slipped and sliced through my finger at the knuckle. Blood sprayed everywhere, I chanced a look, I could see blue and white things, I felt faint. Daine was busy typing on his keyboard. I yelled "Band aid" Lesson number two...of which I didn't state lesson number one. One should NEVER and I repeat NEVER keep the first aid kit where no one else in the house knows where to find it. After that, it all got a bit hazy, however Andy came and took me to emergency, I vowed I would clean up the mess when I got home, knowing full well it would be there when I got back. four hours in the hospital...it was national druggy day, and there were several of them faking migraines so they could get pain meds. I felt impatient with them.. I had stopped the bleeding but at this rate the doctor would have to reopen the wound to stitch it. When an EMT came into the waiting room to look at the wound she said, "OH! I only see a hairline scratch." Then she pulled it open and gasped... she said "I see the tendon." I said that was ok I wasn't going to look, it made me whoozy. It was finally stitched up around Five PM. four stitches. I had been there since One. Ahh well, Drug Addicts need love too, but I was not feeling very kindly toward them, neither was the Doctor that stitched me up. "Hazards of the job" she said, "it's always a party on Saturday, next time hurt yourself on a weekday." I thanked her for the advice and went out and waited for my ride to show up. Three days off work and a week of light duty... Can't afford this... BUT I am scared about re-opening the wound. So I will obey Dr.s Orders. The Norco had kicked in and the Tetanus shot hadn't started to hurt yet, so when I got home, I finished hanging the curtains and decided to take the trash out, I can do that with one hand. The assholes next door are cutting down all the lovely 30 foot catalpa trees, and have left branches all along the path where I walk to take the garbage to that alley. I surveyed the path carefully, I can do this... I tripped over a branch and down I went,landing on my face and arm. I could see the jerks up in there cherry picker barely concealing their joy over my fall. I thought about removing bolts on that thing.... However I picked myself up, gathered the garbage and continued to the back alley. Sunday and Monday my injuries have kicked in, I am so stiff I can barely walk and the tetanus shot has made my whole right arm stiff. I can't walk my over exuberant dogs. Andy did the dishes for me....Daine changed the cat boxes. It could always be worse I suppose