While he was sleeping..

This morning I got up a bit earlier than my husband. It was a regular morning..stumble to the coffee maker, get it running, check email, let the dog out. 

I stepped out on the porch to call the dog back up to our yard, as she it want to wander down into the neighbors yard lately. As I stepped out onto the snow covered (yes its snowing again) porch in just my socks, I managed to step onto a thorn! Yes. There was a thorn lying in wait on my porch. It was there waiting for some unsuspecting person, or dog to step onto it’s sweet spot..

Of course, I didn’t feel it. It went into my sock. So I called the dog and went inside, and then I did feel it!

I sat down and pulled it out.. or so I thought. I went and got my cup of coffee and then started to think clearly.. and to feel clearly that part of the thorn was still in there..

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I HAD to get it out before Brian got up.. you see.. I am what some people would call ‘over sensitive’ Those in the medical profession might label me as having Sensory Integration Disorder..and being a sensory avoider..

Something like this happened when I was younger.. probably about 12 .. my family was at the beach and I got a thorn in my foot. Well needless to say it got ugly.. it took both my brother and Dad to hold me while my mother looked at it. Finally the only way they could get it out was that my Mom told me it was out already.. I relaxed and then she pulled it out!! This probably stands out in my memory because it is the only time that I know of that my Mom ever lied to me.. and I would have to say it was justified.

So today Brian would have to wake up feeling rather like the mouse facing Androclese the lion without backup..

They say an animal in a trap will gnaw it’s own foot off to get free.. I believe them. After using a needle to dig a hole about the size of Rhode Island in my foot I almost gave up. I couldn’t get it. I thought I was doomed to a scene of Biblical proportion, him holding me down while trying to get this little thorn out, and me screaming and yelling and hollering and all..

Then I decided to try again. And finally finally I got it! I was free!!!! It was out!!

 

And he was still .. asleep.. see what I saved you from dear!


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2 responses to “While he was sleeping..”

  1. Ouch! Poor little foot.

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    Gail

    Hope you are up to date on your tetanus shots…

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