History repeats itself, even if you try to change it. A while back, I stepped on a nail at home somewhere where I shouldn’t have been wearing my frocs. (Elaine’s words, not mine.) Well, it happened again.
This time frocs were not involved and it didn’t happen at home. In spite, of Elaine’s unfair rules, history has repeated itself with different results. Different, but equally unpleasant.
Back in the day, the froc incident resulted in a short hospital stay. After a few days of self-cleaning and bandaging the minor puncture wound, I noticed my foot was getting a little red. A trip to the closest urgent care resulted in a diagnosis of an infection in my foot. It was suggested to me that I take the infection seriously and I spend the weekend in the hospital for IV therapy. Obviously, Elaine wanted to be alone for a couple of
days and insisted I comply with the suggestion.
That pretty well sums up the froc story. Now let’s get to the repeat of history. As you might guess construction can be dangerous. A single screw dropped on the ground can be a person down. Unless they are married to Elaine. Elaine has now issued new (unfair) rules that any punctures caused by screws, nails, splinters, knives, and bullets will require a trip to urgent care.
Wearing work boots, at work recently I stepped on a screw. A little tiny screw penetrated my foot and before I could stop walking it pulled itself out and stabbed me again. I bought a tube of triple antibiotic cream and a box of bandages. Elaine allowed me to treat it myself. Things were going along fabulously until I decided to stop my treatments. Back to urgent care.
At urgent care, I was prescribed oral antibiotics and it was suggested that I make an appointment with the wound care doctor associated with the urgent care. I know, a wound care doctor! Well, I made the appointment. I loved the guy. We had the greatest conversations. With classic rock playing on his tablet we talked about his kids, my kids, hobbies, even these stories. At my appointment, he suggested I might want to purchase better shoes. That’s where this story gets unpleasant. I told Elaine about his suggestion.
Elaine immediately went to her tablet to look for better shoes. She found “indestructible” shoes. Shoes with steel toes and Kevlar soles, disguised as hiking boots. Elaine was so taken with the reviews on that river thing, she bought a pair of “indestructible” shoes for herself. I was not so sure I wanted a pair. The River sent Elaine’s shoes, she loved them. Elaine ordered a pair for me.
Elaine didn’t care the shoes weigh at least three times the weight of other shoes. Maybe even five times more than frocs. I have been wearing the “indestructible” shoes. They hurt my back. I have never had back pain in my life, despite having been told I have scoliosis in the sixth grade. If anyone needs a pair of “indestructible” shoes size 44. They will be in my trash. Come get them.
Buy Yarn. Elaine and I will be in Salida, Colorado for the Salida Fiber Festival, September 11th-12th, and in Taos for the Taos Wool Festival, October 2nd-3rd. Elaine will be wearing “indestructible” shoes. I will be in frocs. Live dangerously! Knit, spin, weave!
Our crazy lives!
Last week was such a great week and holiday, I wrote twice. I hope you didn't miss them.