So. Sitting here in a walk in clinic, thinking to myself "Well, you certainly have been brighter."
Throughout the year, we have been cleaning the debris from the back of our proprty. In the process, we have been building Mount Trashopolis in our front yard.
We finally decided that we'd gotten all we could for this year and arranged for a disposal bin.
Well, the bin is here and the kids and I spent a few minutes loading it up. We were down to the final scraps and just had to check the last clump of grass.
I decided to just sweep my foot through the grass to see if we missed anything.
Planted my foot for stability...on a rusty 3" nail sticking put from a board.
I said OW. And other things.
And then I pulled the shoe off. And pulled the nail out of the shoe.
And then I started doing the math. When was my last tetanus shot?
Oh yeah. When I broke my arm.
In May of 2005.
10 years ago.
Drat blast rats and stinkers.
I need a booster.
I really didn't want to spend the next 4 hours in the ER, waiting for a shot. Because face it, on the Triage list, a tetanus shot comes really close to the bottom of the list. I think it's somewhere above infected hang nails, but not by much.
So, sitting on my front steps washing my foot and pouring some peroxide on it while Dragonson muses how he "Didn't think the first blood on the stairs would be yours", and I am like "Oh, I totally saw that coming."
He also pointed out the last time I sat on the steps injured was...when I broke my arm.
That's me, making memories one wound at a time. What can I say - when I find something that works I stick with it.
Happy ending though - Dragonson found a walk in clinic that was still open. Called them up and yes, they do Tetanus Shots For Dummies.
So here I sit. Older, wiser and holier. I'm just going to limp off into the sunset now.