I preparation for the move, I have been getting rid of all kinds of things. One of the things to go this week was my rain barrels.
I was lucky that a friend is willing to take the barrels and adopt the goldfish that call them home. On Tuesday I was tipping the second barrel to empty it when one of the fish decided to make a swim for it. I yelled to Alex to grab the fish, but he didn't see him. (Of course it was the light yellow one instead of the orange ones...) I set the barrel down to grab the fish... and set it down right on my foot.
My big toe swelled like a summer sausage, and there is a nice deep purple line where my cuticle used to be. It still hurts today, and is still pretty swollen.
Of course, if I go to the hospital all they will do is tell me to stay off of it, so I am not going.
So now I am limping around on one foot, trying to pack. You can imagine that I am the picture of packing efficiency.
This is the way things usually go for me. Most people buy a new dryer, bring it home, plug it in and dry their clothes. Not me. I buy a new dryer, bring it home, trip the breaker repeatedly and wait for the landlord to get someone over here to replace the broken breaker. (Six days later...)
Most people take their car in for work, pay the $830, pick the car up and drive on their merry way. Not me. I take the car in for work, pay the $830, pick it up and immediately notice a problem. Two days and multiple replacements for the parts I just paid to have replaced and the car is good as new.
Really. Maybe hurting myself is a good thing. I can't do much damage from the couch. Right?
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