the big visit from my former boss, I've been REALLY cleaning home and hearth. Moved the table out to use my new Shark Steam Vac, those things are great by the way, and the leg cracked where it joins the table top. Shit. But, good old Fred, my carpenter/adopted brother, will fix it. So, I turn the table over on its side. THUD! OH.MY.GOD.IN.HEAVEN!!!!!!!!
The table slid apart and the lower half fell on my right foot, landing where my big toe joins. I not only saw stars, I saw satilites, the space station and neighboring universes.
Called the foot doctor, too booked, sends me to the health center in the same little town for x-rays. The next day her nurse calls and says nothing is fractured, prop it up and put ice on it. The doctor will call later when she is in. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt. Just aches when I am on it too much. I did finish cleaning the house and such. Doc called later Tuesday night, again, no fracture per the report but when she looked at the x-rays, she saw a 'dimple with fuzzy stuff surrounding it'. Her words. I should wear a surgical shoe to keep the toe from bending. OK, I know there's one in this house, somewhere.
I keep everything medical in the bathroom closet. Looked in there and WTH is that! The whole wall next to the shower is black with mold. Crap. A leak. Nothing like adding insult to injury. Started taking everything out of the closet, threw two shelves in the burn pile. Two more to get to. Called Fred last night, he's coming down on Sunday. Oh, found the surgical shoe upstairs.
Had a nice visit with Marie and Mike, we ate at the golf course. They went home. But, the house looks great, and, since I should sit here, propping the foot up, I won't have to do much else except feed the critters and mow the yard, maybe today, since more rain is coming for the weekend.