A day before the wedding I dropped a 75 lb tile saw on my big toe. I was in shock for a few minutes; staring at the blood and wondering why it didn't hurt. Then Charlie started talking a mile a minute (which is not unusual, those of you who know her well). "Mommy what'd you do, why's there so much bwud? Mom are you okay? Mom are you crying....? "
Maybe it's just me but too much talking at a time when I'm in shock drives me nuts! So I decide to cut the toenail off which is hanging by a measly piece of flesh and Charlie screams. "Mom, you cut your toe off!!" Then I proceeded to do some good first aid and soaked the toe in a tub of cold water. Okay, the shock wore off and some naughty words escaped my lips...ooops.
Let's just say, it was some bad times. I had just received the flowers for the wedding centerpieces and needed to start arranging them. I had to make a quick run to the doctor. No broken bones but a got a good laugh from all the office. They couldn't believe I had to walk down the isle in 24 hours. The good Dr. made arrangements to have my toe numbed with a nerve block the next day so I could walk down the isle in relatively little pain. Let's be honest, it worked... a little.
The picture of the toenail is immediately after. I saved all of you nightmares for the next 2 weeks and inserted a picture of the actual toe 3 days after the accident.
So, this blog was supposed to come before the wedding. I'm sorry for the backwardness of it all. Also, I still have not found those pictures of the wedding centerpieces; but when I do you'll all be wowed by my floral prowess.