The events of yesterday...

Yesterday was a seriously screwed up day. I went to work as usual, but something made me feel like not getting a little off canter before I left. I'm glad I didn't smoke, because it would have probably resulted in something worse that what happened. About 4pm yesterday, I was sweeping broken glass, and wood off of a trailer at the local dump. You see, right now I'm working doing vinyl siding for my cousin. It's not bad money, and it's consistent work. A lot better than my insurance ventures, yet hard work nonetheless. Anyhow, I was sweeping the glass with my right foot, a practice that I had engaged in multiple times, and as the last load was being swept off, I managed to imbed a 3 inch shard of glass into the inside of my foot, and out the top of it. I instantly started bleeding profusely, and being that the shard appeared to only be an inch or so into my shoe, and my foot I figured I had hurt myself, but not as badly as I did. Luckily Scotty was quick to think, and he grabbed a pair of pliers, and removed the glass shard. It was huge. I thought that it had just stabbed me lightly, yet as I said, it went into the side of my foot, and appeared out of the top of it. Ruined a perfectly good pair of New Balance shoes too, which pissed me off more than anything. I liked those shoes. It also sliced through a nice pair of socks, that kept me warm in the mornings. Anyhow, I was driven on the back of a trailer, and up to the entrance of the dump, whereby an ambulance was en route to pick me up. The paramedics arrived, and removed my sock, and my makeshift tourniquet. They looked at the wound, and decided that they better take me to the hospital. It was in the emergency room, that I received three stitches, two on the side of my foot, and one on the top, and was given not only one antibiotic shot, but a Tetnus shot as well. The worst part was when the Doc was cleaning the wound, he used a syringe, and it shot saline solution in from the top hole and out the side. It was pretty gross. They dressed it, and released me. Luckily Drew came to get me. We tooled around, and applied some 4:20 therapy, which seemed to help immensely. Let me state that for the record Medical marijuana should be leagalized ASAP. So now I walk with a cane, and a limp. Hopefully I'll be able to work soon. I'm pissed at the fact that I can't get around very well. When your body doesn't do what you want it to do, then it makes you feel like an invalid. Also I found out that my antibiotic is going to cost me about 100 bucks. Which I can't really afford right now, however, I guess I have to have it. Scituate may have to wait another week before she sees me due to this. Stupid foot. A talk with her seemed to make me feel tons better though, and even though I was a little off canter, we did have a pretty good conversation. I missed her all day, and to come home and have to explain that I'm a dumb ass was a humbling moment. Well, like Iggy Pop said, "Got a lust for life!" I'm still here, and yesterday for once I felt like I wasn't invincible, so it makes me realize that I can be hurt, or killed at any moment, and I should enjoy my time with the people that I love. I'm still missing her, and waiting for her to arrive, so maybe I can feel a bit better. It's going to be a while before I can drive, and walk right. Possibly a few days at the least, and maybe a week at the longest. Oh well, I guess that I'm gonna just have to be patient again. A test of my resolve is something that I need today. Honeybabe, I miss you. Hurry up and wake up.