The past few weeks I’ve made small efforts offline to give myself a boost of inspiration for blogging.  I’ve bought a book of questions and a Pocket Muse.  I even took inspiration from her and bought a book of blog ideas (I bought the Kindle version for my iPod touch which is awesome because it’s one less book I have to store and it saved me three bucks!)

I just haven’t put them into fruition yet.  But soon!

May was had it ups and downs.  We were either really busy on the weekends or did absolutely nothing and I was too tired to do anything productive because I’ve been so busy at work.  We had a graduation, a trip to Myrtle Beach, movie trips, roller derby, dinners, and other various social events.  I’ve been putting in really long weeks at work because of the fact that I’m a bit overloaded at the moment.

I even forgot to do my Monthly Love for May!  (Stay tuned for it this weekend)

So very soon I will be putting some of these ideas into practice.  I think I’ve got things squared away a bit to where I can do some real writing.  This week was supposed to be the week but this week ended up being the week from hell.

Due to some unforseen circumstances at work, I had Wednesday off and thought I would end up having Thursday and Friday off as well.  I was already in a shitty mood because of those unforseen circumstances and the days I had been at work had been crappy.  But Wednesday, I figured I needed to do something to be productive and to keep my mind off of shit I was worrying about.

So I decided to tackle my closet, which was in desperate need of cleaning.  Plus, I had recently read a post on This Young House about how John and Sherry organized their clothing and got even more inspired.  I had clothes that had to be gone through – piles and piles of stuff that didn’t fit me or got thrown into piles because I had no where else to put them.  Tons of Steve’s stuff, shoes, bedding that was stored, etc.  And it just all needed to be cleaned out.

I started Wednesday afternoon around 1pm and within in a few hours, I was done with my clothes.  I had mounds of stuff that I need donate or sell and was able to get through my drawers too.  Now, all of my pants are in my dresser, seperated into jeans, work pants, summer capris/shorts and khakis.  There’s also drawers for tank tops, pajama/lounge shirts, and pajama pants/shorts.  The smaller drawers have underwear, dress socks and athletic socks.  In my closet, I was able to hang up mostly all of my shirts and seperate them into work-dressy shirts, plain cotton shirts that I can wear with khakis to work, polos, casual print shirts/blouses and just regular cotton tshirts.

Then I had a bright idea that almost killed me.

I had overloaded the hanging rack in our closet to where it was kind of coming out of the wall.  So after fixing that, I figured I’d move all of my sweaters and sweatshirts into the unused guest bedroom cloest and make a “winter” closet.  We don’t have much of a winter here so when it does get cold enough to need that stuff, it won’t bother me much to go into another room to get it (plus, the room is literally across the hall from the master bedroom).

The problem was that closet still had some other stuff stored in it, like decorations and overflow linens.  And they were kind of stored haphazardly.  But it was late and I was trying to wrap things up so I just started hanging the overflow in there and figured I’d go through and organize that closet later.  Well, as I was hanging a batch of things, the stuff in the closet got a big dislodged and these slate tile wall decorations that I had wrapped in paper and just sat on the top of a pile of things slid off the pile and fell from about waist level onto the three major toes of my right foot.  And they fell edge side down, not flat side.

Needless to say, it hurt pretty bad.  I immediately yelled and screamed and then started crying because it hurt so bad.  Steve came running back as I was hobbling to the bathroom because my first instinct was to run it under cold water.  By the time I sat on the edge of the tub, I was almost hyperventilating, the pain was that great.  Truthfully, it was more the shock and the adrenaline rush that was making me react the way I did.

Anyway, for any of you followng on Twitter, you saw this pic of it.  Steve immediately put ice on it and we checked to see if I could move my toes and everything seemed ok.   I was still panicking and it still hurt so very badly but I could walk and I could move my toes and truthfully, I didn’t want to spend $100 for an emergency room visit for them to tell me it was just bruised.

We kept it iced and elevated and I figured I’d suck it up.  Steve’s a mechanic and has hit his fingers the same way before, where the blood wells up under the nail.  He’s even drilled a hole in the nail before to relieve the pressure and that’s what he recommended we do.  Normally, I would of probably let him do it but being that I’m still on the blood thinners, I was concerned about the DIY method at home that would probably induce quite a bit of bleeding.

Well, let’s just say that last night was one of the longest nights ever.  No matter which way I laid with my foot elevated, it hurt so much that the pain was making my leg spasm.  My big toe throbbed and was hard and it felt like my heartbeat was in my toe.

I couldn’t sleep because it hurt so bad and the spasms were disruptive.  I seriously contemplated waking Steve up at 4am to take me to the emergency room.  But I still couldn’t be ok with paying that much copay and waiting in the ER forever especially when I could go into Urgent Care at 8am with a $20 copay and be in a place where they knew my history with the blood clots and blood thinners.

At some point, around 5am, my body finally gave up fighting the pain and I dozed off.  Of course, an hour later, my alarm went off.  I still hurt so bad that I just asked Steve if he could drive me to Urgent Care since I didn’t think I could drive myself and because I was pretty sure they were gonna give me pain meds.

We arrived at Urgent Care two minutes before it opened and no lie, there was a line of old people waiting outside.  At first I’m thinking, ‘Damn, are they all sick?’ but I forgot that there’s a diagnostics lab in the same office and they all apparently were early birds who wanted to get their shit out of the way.

I said hello to my nurses (I’m enough of a regular there because of the DVT that they know me by sight) and we got down to business.  Even the doctor was basically like ‘Holy crap!’ when he saw it.  X-rays were taken and thankfully, nothing was broken though he said I was pretty lucky that I didn’t cut my toe off.  And then they took this little tool with a heated tip that basically poke a hole through the big toenail to aspirate all of the blood that had collected under.  I didn’t watch but Steve said it squirted up and out so fast that it got all over the bed.  And it stung a bit during and for a little bit after but I tell you what, it ultimately made it feel so much better because it relieved all of the pressure.

They gave me two Lortabs for the pain which also helped greatly as well.  And then Steve signed the discharge papers and they wheeled me out of there in a wheelchair with care instructions for a subungual hematoma, a prescription for Darvoset, a note to get out of work and a sticker!  The sticker made it all better (the pain meds totally helped too).

Steve and I then proceeded to stop by the Bilo to fill the prescription and decided while were there to pick up some supplies (we needed milk).  I was pretty doped up and was limping around anyway, so I just hopped on one of those little ride along mechanical things and drove around the store tossing food in the basket.  I tell you, I couldn’t be that loopy everyday but at that moment riding that cart thing in Bilo in basically my slippers and all doped up, I was having a pretty good time.

I closed out the day by sleeping on the couch through a pretty wicked thunderstorm wherein the dog curled up terrified into such a tight ball next to me that I think he would of crawled inside of me if he could have.  Woke up and ate a bit of lunch than went back to sleep only to wake up when Steve got home.  He cooked dinner and checked on my foot and then I got a shower and cleaned the wound a bit because it’s oozing like crazy and now I’m sitting in bed getting ready to actually get a decent night’s sleep so that I can go back to work tomorrow and be a little bit productive.

In all of that brouhaha, I never finished my closet project and since I’m having a bit of a hard time getting around for long periods of time, it’ll probably be awhile before I get that done.  But at least it’s almost done instead of only a quarter of the way done.  My house is still a wreck though but it’s always like that.

I think if I one wish in life, it would be that my house was always clean without intervention from me.  Like, it magically just cleans itself.

But for now, I’m going to try and take it easy and let me foot heal and not push myself into any major projects for the time being.

Because it’s apparently dangerous to be productive.

(Look for the Monthly Love May and possibly some private posts this weekend)