Sunday, August 10, 2008
photo borrowed from OzQuilting
Klutz Gloves were first introduced by Fons and Porter. You wear one on your non-cutting hand so if your Rotary Cutter jumps track you don't slice through your hand. Now I think Fon's and Porter needs to introduce Klutz Footies. Thin booties made of the same fabric to wear while walking around your sewing room. WHY??
If I would have had some of those, this wouldn't have happened.
Tuesday morning I was pressing some Kona Cotton. I was getting it ready to transfer a few more basket blocks for my redwork A Tisket, A Tasket quilt. I turned around and "shoot, that hurts". I reached down and pulled a needle out of my left great toe. I hobbled around for a few minutes and promptly forgot all about it. That night I noticed that my toe was red and showed my DH what had happened. We really weren't too surprised, I DID put a needle in it. The next day it was still sore and by Wednesday night it was not only red, but swollen and a little warm to the touch.
After thinking about it a bit, I said, "I wonder if maybe the needle broke in half?" I decided Thursday morning to call the dr's office and get in to show it to him. I figured I needed an antibiotic. Well, the dr's office was very busy, one dr is in China adopting a baby, one on vacation and one had a death in the family. They were down to two physicians and there was no way they could see me. They suggested I go to the ER. I really had a problem with that. I am a nurse, I don't like to go to the ER. The ER is for people that are bleeding, not breathing, in car accidents...etc.... Not for me that has a little red toe. BUT, I went anyway. I felt totally silly. Here I am in a trauma room with a red toe. The ER doc ordered an xray, so down the hall I go. I used to work in a hospital. I KNOW that the xray tech can't tell me anything. I ask anyway! lol Her response? "oh, I really can't tell you anything, BUT doesn't it feel like something is sticking you in there?" HOLY CRAP!! WHAT!!?? YEP! I have half of a size 9 redwork needle broken off in my toe. The ER doc says he won't touch it and wants to send me to a Podiatrist about 30 miles away.. Now, what you don't know is that our son (who is 16) has driven me to the ER. He only has his learners permit. I don't know that I want him to drive me to the Podiatrist 30 miles away. It's enough trauma that I have to have this dang needle removed from my foot by a dr that I don't know in an office I have never been to. So I called my sister (the guest blogger) and she was nice enough to send her daughter to drive me. Katie and I dropped off Rock Star at McDonalds to work his shift and took off for the Podiatrist. We had in hand my xrays on a CD. No ol'fashioned films in a brown jacket for me.... The Podiatrist gave me the news.
"no eating/drinking after midnight, go to the hospital for blood tests, take this antibiotic tonight and in the am...." WAIT!! What is going on?? "oh, we can't take this out in the office, we have to sedate you and dig for it", she says calmly.
So, Friday afternoon I had the other half of the needle dug out. I am now home with a walker and completely dependant on DH to get me a drink, my sewing (yes, I am still using needles) and anything else. See those clothes behind my foot? I folded them and they will probably sit there for awhile before he decides they need to be put away.
Oh, and because that isn't enough excitement for the weekend. Tune in tommorow and let me tell you about the Rock Star and the Police Raid....
AND I need more size 9 needles...