it’s out!

Last night, after a day of agony from the needle in my foot I removed the dressing prior to the shower time and an inch long piece of metal popped out. Now I can’t decide if it really was a needle or a pin, or even a paperclip. I called a Podiatrist yesterday for an appointment to see if he could get it out for me, or at least try something. If I had known that was all it would take to get the silly thing to come out on its own I would have made the call on Monday!

So now no more antibiotics, no more warm soaks, no more big bandages, just a little band aide for a few days to cover the site it went in and then, barring my finding another one the same way, I’ll be okay. As i told my son, my foot is now as empty as my head! I really must try to remember to wear shoes though. I’ve caught myself a couple of times jumping out of the chair and starting across the room barefoot. Way too much for a brain dead person to remember.

It was a lovely trip to the doctor’s though. Green grass, green leaves on the trees that had finished blooming, and blooms on so many of our dogwood trees. I didn’t notice any azaleas today, but we weren’t exactly on a sight seeing tour, so if it is as pretty tomorrow as today I’ll sail forth in my power chariot and take a tour of our “Dogwood and Azalea” trail, just a few blocks from my building. If not very pretty I’ll hang out at the library for a little while. It’s been forever since I visited there. At least it has seemed like forever to me.

One of my favorite emojis

One of my earlier dolls, now living with her full time mama.

Hey, it seems that a lot of things are beginning to shape up here. I actually managed to insert a couple of photos before the beginning or the end of the post.

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Third try for country girl

Okay, this is the third time I’ve tried to write this post. After two failed attempts on Saturday and Sunday I’m very fed up with WP. It is supposed to save my drafts, and once upon a time I could always find them. Now I don’t even remember how or what I was talking about, but the drafts are gone. Part of the disappearance can be traced to my hitting a wrong button somewhere but not all of them. Even if I hit something the draft should not be affected.

So, one more time.

I tried to use “You can take the girl out of the country” as the title, because I grew up running around barefoot. Hence, you can take the girl out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the girl”! To this day — rather, until Saturday, I run around the apartment in socks only. Last week I noticed my foot was swelling, so I started doing what I usually do — pick at it myself and then ignore it, hoping it would go away. Well, sometimes it does. Not this time though. By Friday there was some serious pain in my foot. I called my son for a ride to an Urgent care facility, kinda knowing it should be x-rayed. He was working the cattle on the farm and didn’t get the message til late, so we decided he would take me on Saturday morning. And on the way, I casually said “I won’t be surprised if they find a needle in there”. JINX! Got there, they did the x-ray and the technician turned to me with a puzzled look on her face and told me it looked a lot like a sewing needle was embedded in my foot. I had to laugh at that one. That’s usually the way I find needles and pins that I drop, unless they are in my chair and I sit on them. It was usually a joke, but not this time.

The doctor, who had told me I would need a wound care specialist at first came back in and told me I would have to go to the ER. And I had so hoped to avoid the hospital. That’s where sick people go! I just have a needle in my foot! Hmmm, maybe that means I really am sick. A needle that they told me had been in there for a few weeks? I always knew I was crazy, but really, aren’t we all in some way? Personally, I enjoy my form of crazy!

So, okay, in the ER and my son was allowed to stay with me but my daughter-in-love got to go shopping. I should have traded places with her, done the shopping while she waited those long hours for someone to come in and see if I was still alive. Not that I want her to get a needle in her foot, just all that waiting on a hard bed in an uncomfortable position.

Finally, about four hours later, they came! Armed with the tetnus shot I needed, a surgical pack, and another needle about a foot long to deaden the toe area where the needle went in. And also some tweezers! I won’t elaborate on the next hour or so. Mike went out to get some lunch, and suffice to say I wish I had gone with him.

The end results were the needle is still in there. It’s in too deep to get out with tweezers. Hopefully it will work its way out on its own, but worst case, I have to have it cut out after a round of antibiotics does some magic. I hope it does some magic, anyway. Now to decide who to call for the surgery part if it stays put. for some reason they always think everyone has a surgeon for every condition, a specialist for each different condition, a GP, cardiologist, opthomoligist, probable a psychiatrist in some cases — like a person who gets needles stuck in her foot. Whatever happened to the old country doctor who took care of the whole person? Bet there are a lot of people out there who don’t even know that was ever an option. But I remember mine. Dr Threlkeld. I think that’s the correct spelling. It’s been a long time. He did it all and charged $5 for doing it. I’m still paying off last year’s broken leg and now I’ll have this as well. And I don’t even want to know how much this one will be.

Anyway, to sum it all up, I’m now an uptown girl, wearing shoes while I’m awake and up. And today I spent an hour or so picking pins up off the floor. I also spent a few hours dropping those pins while sewing, so it all worked out. If I got them all, that is.

Just hope I don’t find any more the hard way. Now some of the country is gone out of this country girl!