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Really, bad stuff always seems to happen. For me, Good Friday is not so good. 
I am lucky this year that all that happened was a long, painful series of petty accidents, minor injuries, and severe aggravation starting from the time I woke up till now.
I dropped a box on my foot this morning, and it landed on it's corner on the top of my bare foot. Pain. Lots of pain. I have a nice little bruise and red mark there that is hurting as I type.
I wish I had a nickle for every time I got a rock or whatever to the instep or heel. Got stabbed by several needles inside a pincushion, one of which inserted itself, eye end first, into my thumb.
All the calluses sloughed off my right hand from wearing rubber gloves for five days running cleaning various things. Then I went to music practice. You know, the calluses keep your hand from hurting like hell when you play a stringed instrument. You kind of need those. I didn't have much of them at practice. Just some tender skin where they used to be.
The best one was when I went to get a bottle of hot sauce out of the fridge, fumbled it, and ended up spiking it into the top of my big toe, right at the base of the nail bed, so hard I nearly vomited from pain. I fell down to my knees holding my foot. The sudden movement caused a horrible charlie horse to grab up in my rib cage (that happens sometimes) so hard I couldn't breathe. So here I am in toe agony, and I can't even breathe. Husband runs over, gets me some ice, and tries to help. I'm laying there in the fetal position with my eyes watering, trying to recover, and he says, and I quote, "RK, why are you barefoot? You have more shoes than me and (the kid) combined, why do you not put on some shoes if you keep hurting yourself?"
I was trying to say "Fuck you" but you have to be able to inhale to say that.
I knew this day was gonna suck from the git go.
I am lucky this year that all that happened was a long, painful series of petty accidents, minor injuries, and severe aggravation starting from the time I woke up till now.
I dropped a box on my foot this morning, and it landed on it's corner on the top of my bare foot. Pain. Lots of pain. I have a nice little bruise and red mark there that is hurting as I type.
I wish I had a nickle for every time I got a rock or whatever to the instep or heel. Got stabbed by several needles inside a pincushion, one of which inserted itself, eye end first, into my thumb.
All the calluses sloughed off my right hand from wearing rubber gloves for five days running cleaning various things. Then I went to music practice. You know, the calluses keep your hand from hurting like hell when you play a stringed instrument. You kind of need those. I didn't have much of them at practice. Just some tender skin where they used to be.
The best one was when I went to get a bottle of hot sauce out of the fridge, fumbled it, and ended up spiking it into the top of my big toe, right at the base of the nail bed, so hard I nearly vomited from pain. I fell down to my knees holding my foot. The sudden movement caused a horrible charlie horse to grab up in my rib cage (that happens sometimes) so hard I couldn't breathe. So here I am in toe agony, and I can't even breathe. Husband runs over, gets me some ice, and tries to help. I'm laying there in the fetal position with my eyes watering, trying to recover, and he says, and I quote, "RK, why are you barefoot? You have more shoes than me and (the kid) combined, why do you not put on some shoes if you keep hurting yourself?"
I was trying to say "Fuck you" but you have to be able to inhale to say that.
I knew this day was gonna suck from the git go.
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