Mildly disturbing picture below. You've been warned!
Friday night I fell into a pit. Saturday I got into a tiff. Today I got a piercing.
As noted earlier, we went sailing today. Had a Pleasant Day. But Pepper Dog was mad at us for coming home smelling of beach and coconut oil without having taken her along.
So, around 4:00pm I decided another trip to the beach was in order, for our usual walk, Ms. Pepper and I.
I cannot tell you how perfectly perfect it all was, how happy and zen-like the day, and this lovely ending of the afternoon. Indescribably wonderf... SHIT!!!!
Owwww!!! Stupid frickkin' surf-fishermen were fishing on the very point of land where the current was ripping right out the channel. This means that their lines, instead of being perpendicular to the beach are almost parallel. But it doesn't mean they should be unattended. There, in less than two inches of water, laying in the sand where folks were walking, was a three-tiered rig of hooks washed up with the tide. My foot kicked into the rig and, as we were walking pretty fast, 1.5 inches of metal went right up inside my foot and broke off. Don't be a wuss, take a look, no blood:
So, a wonderful couple came to my rescue, put Pepper and me in the back of their pickup truck and toted us back to my car. I called the J.R. and had him meet me so that he could take the doggie whilst I drove myself to the E.R.The doctor didn't want to futz with it until it was xrayed to see what kind of hook we had and how deep. Now, I'm not in much pain, really, but he decides to numb my foot. Which means a shot right into the wound.
Do you know how many nerve endings there are in your foot??!!! Ay-chi-mama! I came up off the gurney like a levitating monk. Only faster and louder.
After the xrays, Doc comes back in, says nothing, puts on a glove, grimaces slightly, and pulls the beastly thing out of my foot without so much as a how-do-you-do. He hands me the offending bit of a leader-pin, one used for fastening a big hook. NOT A HOOK! We are all relieved, no surgery! Yea!! It is a right-angled piece of metal. The part you can see is only about one-half of the length of the part that was inside my foot. We're talking a deep puncture wound, but small and clean and very little blood. So, y'know, nothing more gory than what you see there.
So, I got another shot, tetanus, and I gotta stay off muh foot for a few days, take some antibiotics. And maybe some Tequila for the pain.
I dunno. It seems that Erica's maimed mojo has moved to Florida, before she could get here.
However, I am slightly disappointed that I'll not be sporting a peg leg.