Best Laid Plans

 The phone woke me; it was the surgeon's office reminding me that I have an appointment tomorrow for my pre-op. It was storming and the rain beat down so loud on the roof it dulled the sound of anything else. I went back to bed and slept until 11am.

That is unheard of for me. I reminded The Man about the trip to Gainesville tomorrow and he left to get the oil changed. I was left with a quandary. Should I head to Wits End and continue my quest to organize, or should I get a casserole put together and ready for the oven and then go to Wits End? Wait, another option presented in my brain ..... should I stay and mop the floor, too?

None of the above happened. I was being very industrious as I cleaned the kitchen and got all the ingredients to the counter. I noted that 1/2 cabbage in the crisper and thought I should throw together some slaw to go with our dinner/supper tonight.

As you all know by now, I have precious little counter space in my tiny kitchen and am forced to keep small appliances wherever I can fit them. I have a ninja system with the food processor and blender and about a dozen parts. I keep everything except the base in the cabinet above the refrigerator. I am short, vertically challenged, that's me. There are some things I can reach easily, some things require a stepstool. This did. Everything is stacked precariously in that small cabinet. I had the part I needed in my hand when everything started to fall.

I lost my hold on the food processing piece, and it fell on my foot. Hurt, boy, did it hurt. But I have things falling on my feet all the time. Usually, I just keep going with whatever adventure I may be about to undertake. I picked up everything and got the processor to the counter and walked back to the fridge to fold the stepstool when I noticed my shoe was full of blood and I was leaving a trail.

This annoyed me. Pain, I am used to pain; but now I will definitely have to mop. I left footprints down the hall to the bathroom and stuck my foot in the tub, shoe and all. I did not realize a flip flop help so much liquid! I ran cold water on the cut. Wow, that hurt! 

I inspected the cut. A nice straight line, but I can see tendons. Well, crap on a cracker. It could use a few stitches. But, if I am very careful, I think I can close the wound with steri-strips. Maybe some glue, too. The margins are nice and straight, and I know I can fix it.

In the meantime. I called The Man getting oil changed and requested some steri-strips. I didn't mention all the blood; else he would have told them to stop and driven home. I am sitting with foot up and iced while I wait.

The wound closed nicely and I am still sitting here with ice on it. Fortunately, the two band aids I applied had the skin closed and The Man didn't actually see the cut open. He still thought we should go adorn the ER waiting room until my tiny cut would be seen to. I just don't have time for that!

He has mopped some paths on the floors. Just where I walked. I would have taken advantage of the fact that the mop was in my hand and mopped the entire house. Not that big a project, the house is only 350 square feet. I will sit here for a bit to let everything stick together, then I will cook our dinner and unload the washer. I should have just shredded the cabbage by hand, but the hand hurts when I do repetitive motions.

I am trying to get as much done as I can before the surgery. I will have to let the hand heal before I start working with my hammer and drill. You know what they say about the best laid plans .....