Thursday, May 23, 2013
Close to Nowhere
...and agony on me.
I quote that song from the old TV show “Hee-Haw” a lot. Somehow, it often seems to be the theme song at my house.
Monday of last week was my first “real” day back at work. It went pretty well and then when I got home, I got a good giggle.
Seems like my oldest granddaughter Meredith was cutting the grass in my front yard and ran over a snake. A cottonmouth, I think. Or maybe a copperhead? At any rate, pieces of snake and gore sprayed out and poor ole Mere ran screaming out of the front yard. The lawn mower sat out there in lonely splendor until her mom finally went and put it up.
Tuesday wasn’t quite as funny (to me anyway). Still wobbly and recovering, I had to stop at my favorite gas station and fill up. I went in, paid, chatted and headed back to the gas pump. Less than a foot away from the pump, I had a horrible pain in my foot — when I managed to hobble to lean on my car, I found a roofing nail embedded in my shoe and foot. Terrified, I tried to pull my shoe off and it wouldn’t come (it was nailed to my foot – ha ha ha). Then I tried to just pull the nail out. Nope, not coming out.
Becoming more terrified by the second, I was leaning on my car and moaning, without a clue as to what I was going to do.
This is the good part! A young man in a pickup truck had pulled up to the gas pump across from me. He jumped out and ran over, asking what was wrong and could he help.
Boy, could he! The nail was so deep in my foot that he couldn’t get his fingers around it, so he ran back to his truck and got a pair of pliers. He was trying to be slow and gentle and not hurt me and I asked him to please, “just yank it out!” So he did.
About that time, the guy at the cash register in the store had noticed the commotion and come out to see what was wrong.
He went running back in the store and grabbed alcohol and stuff and came running back.
My good Samaritan, who had pulled the nail out, was rummaging through my console looking for napkins and Bandaids. By the time the store guy got back out, he had my foot wrapped in napkins and a Bandaid in hand.
I stood there at the pump while these two really good guys washed my foot and bandaged it. Another man in the store was offering to drive me to work.
It wasn’t the least bit funny, and I was genuinely touched that a stranger and a near-stranger would be kind enough to pull a nail out and wash my bloody foot!
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