Got up.  Dealt with bounding house animals.

Checked tea pot for left-over tea.  Started new kettle.  Washed out tea pot while nuking left-over tea from yesterday.  Thought about composting tea bags.  Decided not to (again).  Dealt with newly-found dirty dishes in sink.  It’s magic how they materialize after midnight.

Used hot water to clean gathered eggs found in a pail by the sink (that one’s on me, I left them there).  Lined up cleaned eggs to air-dry on paper towel.  Chased cats, intent on batting down newly-cleaned eggs.

Start the colloidal-silver maker for Bell’s cellulitis.

Nuked tea now ready to be doctored-up for consumption.  Use now-wet tea towel to dust and clean counters, kitchen table, and butcher blocks from air-borne, residual-nasties that settled during the night (and the cats).

While cleaning butcher block #1, knocked off something in the shadows onto the floor.  It bounced off my foot first.  (Mental note——What was that?  I don’t know?)  All the kitchen lights aren’t on yet (to give the roaches the opportunity to hide), so it’s too dark to see the floor clearly.  Go for the shadow on the floor.  (Ah yes, dirty knife left on butcher block from last night.)-(One of the good, sharp, serrated ones from that famous cooking “Lady on the Prairie”).  Keep moving.  Keep cleaning.  Keep the roaches hiding.

Grope for cup filled with left-over, now hot, tea.  Sit down.  Life is good.

Look down at foot.  Make sure it’s one of my feet.  Look again.

I am not a diabetic.  My foot didn’t hurt.  I might be a berserker (but that’s for another post). I’m not crazy (my mother had me tested).  But this is what I saw!?!

On closer inspection, it’s deeper than it looks.  The blood’s set in place already?  I’m so glad my foot broke the knife’s fall from the butcher block.  I have to say, it hurts more now that I’ve seen it, but………………….. My neck, my back, even my titanium knees hurt much more…………………..I don’t get it………………………oh, did I mention I also have fibromyalgia?……………………..I think everybody does.

BUT, I will say I’m not getting up to deal with this right now.  My tetanus shot is up to date, so I’m cool.  Timing is everything.  And this is time for tea.  (Tetanus shots are a real necessity to keep current if you live on a farm.  And here’s another example why………..)

This week my husband stepped on a nail, that was in a board, that was on the ground/in the mud, that was in the pig sty (still the post-Irma Effect plus dry-rot).  NOW THAT’S a reason to up-date your tetanus shot!!!  Plus he IS a diabetic.  And portly.  He needed a mirror to check the bottom of his foot.  Poor thing.  So, he IS on antibiotics now………………also a good choice.

But back to the hole in MY foot.  I’m contemplating it over my tea.  I will take care of it.        Later.        But right now, it would make a lot of noise in the bathroom getting out all of the antiseptics and ointments and stuff. Plus everyone’s still sleeping.        So, no to the now.

It’s not going anywhere.  I’m not staining the floor.  I’m in a chair & sitting.  It’s not like the knife is still sticking out of my foot.  Plus, the fresh tea is brewing.  This cup is almost finished.  (To quote from one of my daughters’ favorite kid-movies:  “The sun is shining. The tank is clean!”)………………  Sooooooooooooo, I’m thinking another cup of tea would be step numero uno, here……………….or dos, or tres…………….

I’ll deal with it later (and rinse the knife in some germicide too——-no I won’t——-the dishwasher is good enough).  I will, however, keep an eye on the dotty, geriatric Rat Terrier.  She has her nose in the air and is zig-zagging her way towards my foot.  When she had control of her faculties, I wouldn’t trust her.  I sure am not going to trust her now around my bloody toes in her dementia and with her on the scent trail………………

 

 

 

She has lost most

of her teeth though and the rest are loose…………………..

It will take her a little awhile longer to find my foot……………………..

And the tea IS now freshly brewed & hot & beckoning………………….

I’ll wait & see.

**********Note to self:  Spray foot with colloidal silver, that’ll take care of it…………………and Bob’s your Uncle.

(Thank you Bob.)

Now———It’s time to start the day…………………….

I’ll limp through it…………………..