Day Two...

I wanted to write this last night, but it didn't quite happen. I had a typical busy day.

First, I was up Saturday night until 3 am...with Rugs. He wanted out several times, due to his having eaten something he shouldn't have. Still don't know what it was...but happy to report that he's 100% better! No more table food at all for him if we can help it.

At 9 am I was awakened to the sounds of a teenage girl singing to Miley Cyrus tunes. That sure was a wonderful treat! After I threatened to take every single electronic device from her for the rest of her life, I went back to sleep. Woke up again at 10:30 in a better mood!

The husband called around noon. A rare treat, as he doesn't usually call during the day when he has drill. (He's in the Reserves, and drills 4 hours from home one weekend a month) We were able to sort out the pet food changes, and it was decided that he would bring it all home.

I put together some lunch for the girls and I. Turkey, broccoli, and cheese. I guess it was a casserole...but I hate that word. The word casserole makes me think of a glob of unknown food, thrown together with a sauce of some sort, and eaten quickly so you don't have time to think about what's in it. Ours was delicious!

After lunch, I played dice with youngest daughter, while oldest caught up on some of her live lessons. They both attend virtual school through Ohio Connections Academy. OCA requires that they attend "Live Lessons" for each class once per week. If they miss one they have to watch a recording and complete an assignment to prove that they watched the recording. We have had technical issues (sounds better than saying a fluster cluck) that have made it difficult to do everything we need to do.

Our router hasn't ever worked consistently. I finally got tired of messing with it, and asked for a replacement since it was still under warranty. That was on 12/29. I mailed the old one back to them on 12/30. I was assured that the replacement wold be sent the day they received the defective one. They received it on 1/04. Today is 1/10, and I still do not have the new one! Until it comes, we're all sharing one computer--MINE!

To make matters worse, the aircard is broken...I posted a little about that in my intro. Hubby went to get a new one, but it couldn't be done. "We'll ship it and you'll have it tomorrow," is what they said...That was the 8th. Today is the 11th...and UPS reports that it's on the truck for delivery. I sure hope so! In the meantime, we had to sign for a plan to tether my Blackberry to the computer. Of course the wonderful Verizon associate didn't give us any instructions on how to get the computer online through the phone, but after a couple of hours and some serious Googling, I figured it out. However, I'm without the use of my phone when anyone is online. *grumble* AND every now and then, it just disconnects me. Like it did just now!

The threat of disconnect made me leery of working. I work from home, and need internet access to do so. I was laid off before Christmas, but was scheduled to work 1/10. I decided I'd not call off, and muddle through the best that I could. I mean...after not working for a couple of weeks, I was looking forward to getting back to business!

That didn't happen. Not because of internet issues, but because one of those things happened that only happens to me. I was changing into some comfy sweats about 45 minutes before my shift was to begin, when it happened. I felt a prick on the bottom of my foot, like I'd stepped on a thumbtack. I looked at the floor--nothing. I looked at my foot--nothing. Took my sock off, and there it was-a splinter at least 2 inches long, embedded in the ball of my foot!

We have hardwood floors, that are 99 years old. Apparently...there was a loose splinter. I sat down with tweezers, and pulled on the end. It broke. I tried again, it broke again. I then decided I would cut it out. I had to work in 40 minutes at this point, and the splinter HAD to come out. Cutting it out turned out to be more painful than I had anticipated, and wasn't working anyway. I had no other choice but to go the hospital. This thing was huge, painful, and I wanted it out! I had to call off work. :(

How to get to the car was my next problem. I live on a hill. When it snows, the driveway is impossible in my car unless it's shoveled. My car is at the bottom of the hill...I'm at the top of the hill with a huge splinter in my foot and can barely walk.

I sent a text to hubby, who suggested I call his mother. Thankfully, she was home. I thought...it's Sunday afternoon...it won't be busy...I'll get in and back out. WRONG! They were packed. The receptionist told me that it was dead all day, but everyone came at once. Just my luck!

After waiting over an hour, I finally get called to be seen. they put me in a cubicle...and then tell me that they can't remove the splinter there, so I have to be moved. Of course this was after they told me to take off my sock and shoe. They ended up wheeling the bed into another cubicle, so I didn't have to walk. That's embarrassing. After a certain age, it's no longer fun to have someone push you around on a wheeled cart.

I got to where I was supposed to be, and they set up the splinter extraction tray. They called it a "suture tray" but since I didn't get sutures, I prefer "splinter extraction". LOL I waited for the doctor, and then someone came in and removed the tray! My tray! My only hope for the future! (Ok, that was a little over the top)

Not 2 minutes later, the doctor came in, looked all around, and threw his hands up as if to say, "Where is the tray?!" I told him it was there, but someone came and took it.

The nurse found it, and brought it back. Then the doctor was missing, so she had to find him. Finally, after an eternity, all necessary people and instruments were in place, and we got down to business.

The doctor told me, "There will be a little prick as I give you the shot to numb your foot." I've had similar shots before when I had stitches two years ago, no big deal. He gave the first injection, and the pain was astronomical. My foot jerked, and I almost kicked him in the head!

I immediately apologized, and felt just awful. That's when he decided to tell me the truth. Apparently, feet are not made to handle any pain. They are full of nerve endings, and getting a shot in the eyeball would be less painful than a shot in the foot. I told him that I've given birth completely natural twice...and I'd prefer that over what he just did to my foot. He then proceeded to do it another 4 or 5 times.

I think his next step was retaliation for my almost kicking him, but I can't be completely sure. He dug into my foot and pulled several times. Despite all of the "little pricks" he put me through, it wasn't numb just yet. I felt everything. When it finally came out, I actually yelled. In hindsight, if I'd known the pain levels...I'd have forgone the numbing and just had him dig and yank. It was far less painful!

Today, I'm hobbling around a little. It's swollen and a little sore, but otherwise I'm ok.

Hubby got in after 11. He came bearing food for the pets. They were appreciative, and gobbled it all down. I didn't have any dinner, because I'd bought steak to cook for us after he got home. He knew that...and yet stopped at McD's and was full! I waited, starving, so I could have dinner with him...and he'd already eaten. Why do men do things like that?

We then went to bed, and I was glad for the day to be over. Let's hope that today is a little less eventful.