I was planning on writing a short story for the Write on Edge prompt (Clue) today. I got distracted.
See, three weeks ago, I rearranged my bedroom. In a fit of anger-driven energy, I moved my bed across the room and changed the placement of the desk, and added the extra dresser. I loved the way it looked. I loved that it gave us more room. I loved it. Until...
I had to make my bed. I may be a lousy housekeeper, but I make my bed every day. And, the new set up made it more than challenging. My side of the bed was against the wall, so I had to clamber across the mattress and sort of fling the sheets and comforter over. It was a joke.
Also, when I got on my bed, I had to crawl on from the bottom. It was dumb.
I put up with it because changing back would be a royal pain. And, I made this decision on my own, so sure that it would be great. This morning, I decided I'd had enough. I admitted I was wrong, and began the process of changing things back.
I was moving along, the desk was halfway across the room, and I was scooting/shimmying the dresser. In the middle of a shimmy, the dresser came forward quite aggressively and smacked into my big toe.
I didn't swear. You'd be proud of me. I wanted to really bad.
I pulled off my sock and saw the blood. I sat down. I held my foot. I groaned. Very, very, very carefully I pulled against my toenail. It came away from my toe almost all the way down. Then, I laid down on the floor and rolled back and forth. I'm not sure if it was the way the nail was no longer attached, or the pain--mostly the pain.
I grabbed a couple of cheap, polka-dot bandages from my dresser (do your kids cry for a bandaid, then take it off 10 minutes later? Mine do. So, I buy very cheap, disposable bandaids for them. I also buy good ones, which I keep hidden for when someone has a real wound. Like a dislocated toenail.) and I wrapped the bandaids around my toe. Then, I moaned some more. And, I texted the Handy Man. Not that he could help, but I thought it would comfort me to have his sympathy. It did.
So, instead of writing my story, or doing much of anything else, today I have babied my toe and sat with it elevated. I sipped diet Coke, popped ibuprofen, and ate ice cream. (Proven medical treatment.) Hopefully, it'll feel better tomorrow.