THINK THE HOUSE IS WINNING
So it's wenesday and the dumpster is leaving thursday so I have a lot of shit to do. Melissa comes over to be my garbage-picker-upper while I demolish shit. Got a ton done: wainscoting down off the parlor ceiling, sheetrock and wainscoting off the dining room walls the we are going to open to the foyer, and the kitchen - sounds simple but a lot of grunt work with a hammer and crowbar. So the tree guy is coming to look at the property & to go over what stays and what dosent. He is just arrivng as Melissa and I are putting the shitty plywood in the dumpster. The good stuff is being saved for later use. Dad is hangin up picking up sticks and crap from the lawn. All is great - I am well rested, feeling strong, got a ton done.
We go back for the 5th or so sheet, pick it up and star turning around, I step on another piece of plywood that is laying on the ground, and I step on A FUCKING NAIL! It's like a three-inch nail and penetrated my foot almost completely... I like, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I look up and see my dad & the tree guy running towards us and I am like holy shit, my dad the fat man is going to drop dead of a coronary due to weight, age & the heat - so I'm like "i'm ok!"
I tell melissa to get me the first aid kit, and not only does she bring it, but she brings a beer too. What an awesome kid.
So I do my thing, put my sneaker back on and do our thing with the tree guy. Two hours later I can't put any weight on my foot at all. MOTHER FUCKER! But I figure, It's like 5 pm, and the dumpster is full and I got so much done, we can leave.
I make the mistake of taking my shoe off in the car, and my foot blows up like a puffer fish. I cant walk, I cant do anything, and we are locked out of mom's house..Call her and situate that, then Melissa and I can't find my moms crutches anywhere. She scoured the entire house, and nothing - now those of you who know my mom and her history of injuries - we all know she has about 6 pairs of the damn things, along with canes, walkers and wheelchairs.
Mom and Dad get back and are like oh- the crutches are upstairs in the third closet - like I am supposed to know this. What a sucky night - in so much pain so mom gives me a pain pill. Wake up at 2:30 am dying from pain, so much so that I look up the phone to the hospital and hobble out to the kitchen to look at the map to see how to get there. I took some excedrin migraine - all I had and tried to lay back down.. Not much sleep happening from then on.
Got up this morning & went to the Urgent care. They took an x-ray, nothing broken thank god, but I did drive the nail though cartilage, soft tissue, muscle, etc. From the x-ray you can see the puncture and it stops just before the skin on the top of my foot. What a mess.
Now I am on anti-boitics, anti-inflamatories, and pain meds (that's the only good part) and ordered to lay down with my foot up, ice on it, period. Dont even know if we can leave tomorrow yet.
Will tell you all about the electrician later - feeling a bit stoney from all the meds.
I WILL NOT LET THIS HOUSE WIN THIS FIGHT!!!!
DOSENT IT KNOW THAT I AM HELPING IT?
So it's wenesday and the dumpster is leaving thursday so I have a lot of shit to do. Melissa comes over to be my garbage-picker-upper while I demolish shit. Got a ton done: wainscoting down off the parlor ceiling, sheetrock and wainscoting off the dining room walls the we are going to open to the foyer, and the kitchen - sounds simple but a lot of grunt work with a hammer and crowbar. So the tree guy is coming to look at the property & to go over what stays and what dosent. He is just arrivng as Melissa and I are putting the shitty plywood in the dumpster. The good stuff is being saved for later use. Dad is hangin up picking up sticks and crap from the lawn. All is great - I am well rested, feeling strong, got a ton done.
We go back for the 5th or so sheet, pick it up and star turning around, I step on another piece of plywood that is laying on the ground, and I step on A FUCKING NAIL! It's like a three-inch nail and penetrated my foot almost completely... I like, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I look up and see my dad & the tree guy running towards us and I am like holy shit, my dad the fat man is going to drop dead of a coronary due to weight, age & the heat - so I'm like "i'm ok!"
I tell melissa to get me the first aid kit, and not only does she bring it, but she brings a beer too. What an awesome kid.
So I do my thing, put my sneaker back on and do our thing with the tree guy. Two hours later I can't put any weight on my foot at all. MOTHER FUCKER! But I figure, It's like 5 pm, and the dumpster is full and I got so much done, we can leave.
I make the mistake of taking my shoe off in the car, and my foot blows up like a puffer fish. I cant walk, I cant do anything, and we are locked out of mom's house..Call her and situate that, then Melissa and I can't find my moms crutches anywhere. She scoured the entire house, and nothing - now those of you who know my mom and her history of injuries - we all know she has about 6 pairs of the damn things, along with canes, walkers and wheelchairs.
Mom and Dad get back and are like oh- the crutches are upstairs in the third closet - like I am supposed to know this. What a sucky night - in so much pain so mom gives me a pain pill. Wake up at 2:30 am dying from pain, so much so that I look up the phone to the hospital and hobble out to the kitchen to look at the map to see how to get there. I took some excedrin migraine - all I had and tried to lay back down.. Not much sleep happening from then on.
Got up this morning & went to the Urgent care. They took an x-ray, nothing broken thank god, but I did drive the nail though cartilage, soft tissue, muscle, etc. From the x-ray you can see the puncture and it stops just before the skin on the top of my foot. What a mess.
Now I am on anti-boitics, anti-inflamatories, and pain meds (that's the only good part) and ordered to lay down with my foot up, ice on it, period. Dont even know if we can leave tomorrow yet.
Will tell you all about the electrician later - feeling a bit stoney from all the meds.
I WILL NOT LET THIS HOUSE WIN THIS FIGHT!!!!
DOSENT IT KNOW THAT I AM HELPING IT?
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