An Ice Cream Cone in the Dirt Kind of Week

It’s hard to believe it’s only Tuesday – this week has been wretched so far.

Yesterday, one of our construction guys tossed a hammer off the roof – where it bounced off the driveway and dented my van. He came to the door, asked to speak to Hubby (Knowing FULL WELL it was my vehicle), and though he was apologetic and honest about what he’d done, I was still kind of upset. Because the dent didn’t chip through the paint, Hubby said no thank you to his offer to pay for the repair. How NICE of him, when it’s MY vehicle! However, the contractor called last night and told us it was his SON who had done it, and that he was absolutely paying for the damage and that we should get it fixed and “We had a long talk – who throws a hammer? You CARRY your hammer – of course it’s going to bounce!” (Of course? It was totally news to me).

A nice resolution – but a bit o’ drama we didn’t want or need.

This morning, I decided I wanted a nice hot mug of cocoa. I should preface this story by saying that I like my cocoa hot. Very, very hot. Which is why when I accidentally dropped the mug in my lap, the skin on my leg immediately started blistering and peeling. We’re talking – within seconds. Through my tears (because OH YES, I cried like a big old baby), I called Hubby, who called my mother and a neighbor, and they arranged for Hubby to get home, Neighbor to watch the girls and Mom to take me to the doctor’s (Our local hospital? Sort of scary).

Turns out, I have second degree partial thickness burns to my left upper thigh – from about mid thigh to my hip. My leg is currently wrapped up, covering some bandages with some burn cream. And as an extra fun treat – because I wasn’t in quite enough pain we realized we had no idea when I last had a tetanus shot. Got one of those this morning too. Got a prescription for pain meds – and I’ve taken ONE of them today. It turned my brain to such fuzzy rot that I couldn’t think, and so once that wore off, I decided to make do with some ibuprofen. Lots of it. Oh – and ice cream. And pretzels. And Coke Zero. But, um… Nothing warm.

I will be back at the doctor’s on Thursday to have (brace yourselves) the dead skin peeled off. Oh boy. Can’t wait. Maybe they’ll poke a stick in my eye too, just for grins.

What a week.

I guess for Thanksgiving next week, I’ll be most thankful that THIS WEEK is over.

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Sarah is a book nerd, a music lover, an endorphin junkie, a coffee addict. Oh, and a goof ball. She writes, she tweets, and she sings off key.

Comments

  1. OUCH !!! You poor thing !!!!!

    I’ve had a second & third degree burn on my leg before. Not fun. Not fun at all.

    Hope you feel better soon.

    ((((Sarah)))))

    ~Lisa

  2. Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I guess it can only get better from here, right?

  3. Oh wow! I’m so sorry for your burn! Honestly, it sounds like the kind of thing that requires all nearby friends and relatives to hand deliver brownies and Starbucks. Really, it’s what the doctor ordered.

    Glad the contractor decided to make his son learn the fine art of responsibility. That’s nice to know.

    Here’s hoping you feel much better soon!

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