I was having a lovely weekend, being the model of domesticity and earth mother. I even decided to roast organic chicken to store for wraps for lunches this week. Talk about superiority!
That was until I spilled hot oil from the roasting pan onto the top of my bare foot. There may have been some chicken dancing around the kitchen after that, and it wasn’t the chicken that did it.
I did the run cold water water, apply ice and then apply aloe vera oil to the burn area, and that appears to be holding back and blistering, but it is rather sore right now.
This is the second time in a matter of weeks that I have injured a foot. This is my left foot, the other time it was my right foot.
On that occasion a carving knife flipped out of the dishwasher and stabbed my toe. It must have hit on a major vein for blood spurted all over the kitchen floor. Mr FD was most worried that I would disappear or die and when they did the blue light blood search trick they would discover blood all over the kitchen and he would get blamed… tantalising thought.
However, I wrote the tale in an email to Daughter2, and being a lawyer she wrote back and said that she would keep my email as evidence on behalf of her father. Lawyers are no fun.
Perhaps I need to start wearing steel capped boots in the kitchen? No doubt a good look with a frilly apron!
Mr FD and I were good little members of the community today and donated our precious blood. Mr FD is on their short dial as he is an O donor and they are always chasing O people. I am an A so not popular but I still tag along. I think I once read that every donation can assist up to 9 people. A cheap charitable donation to my mind!
We were very good and ate a hearty breakfast, stayed away from coffee and drank lots of water.
In fact I have had so much water today I swear I am swishing as I walk. Mr FD was joking about how lucky they were to be getting his superior blood and generally making me wish I had gone at a different time, and so naturally they couldn’t find a vein when the time came! I was lying back as my blood flowed freely while they jabbed him, switched arms and jabbed him again. He came home with two bandages and pretended he needed sympathy but I wasn’t buying.
We must have looked a sight though walking back to our car – Mr FD with a bandage on each arm, and I with one bandage!
So, if you are lucky (?) enough to need a transfusion in the next week or two and need some A blood, you just might be blessed with some rarefied Flamingo Dancer blood. A thrill almost worth having a near death experience don’t you think?
Today is not shaping up to be what I want or need in anyway. In fact this whole weekend has been askew from beginning to end. Mr FD and his knee surgery was planned and he sailed through the first 24 hours. We woke this morning to a pool of blood in the bed. Shades of The Godfather and the horse’s head! Except this time it was a bleeding knee. So all out efforts to keep him still and halt the flow. We seem to be getting on top of it as I write. I will have to change all dressings shortly, and did I mention I don’t like to look at wounds?
Many years ago when the children were small I perfected the ability to clean and dress wounds without actually looking at them directly, so this skill will hold me in good stead in the next few minutes. The patient is resting with a cup of tea while I sterilise and find medical supplies. For better for worse, for blood and wounds…
I have a lot of work to do for school this week. Lots of assessment is coming in and new unit starting and so lots of ground work to do but I am not getting near it. I must be stressed as I had the strangest dream last night. Dream FD wanted to die her very jet black hair blonde! As regular readers now I have given up the fight and actually have grey hair with blonde highlights. So, I am not sure where the jet black hair came from – wishful thinking perhaps. Dream FD wanted to dye it blonde and of course it didn’t work out and I ended up looking like a skunk. Stripes of blonde white over black and lots of dark roots showing. More interesting than my usual stress dream which is failing to dial a rotary dial phone in an emergency! That one really distresses me.
I am off to the pharmacy to buy medical supplies. Mask and gloves too if Mr FD has his way – he appears to have developed a germ phobia. I took much glee in telling him that it is the hospitals with the super bugs! I may just shove the mask and gloves down his throat if he doesn’t stop telling me how to change a dressing.