"Ouch! What the heck?" I said (or maybe yelled).
I reached down and pulled a shard of glass out of my sock.
"Really, what the heck? Did someone break something?" I asked.
No one responded.
I threw the shard in the trash and went about my evening.
An hour later, after returning from dropping Heidi at Gymnastics, I am walking around the house unpacking my suitcase when I realize my heel really hurts when I put pressure on it.
I take my sock off and there is a black spot right in the center of my heel. I try to see if I can just pull it out but it is wedged in there.
I throw myself on the floor in front of Shawn and (dramatically) put my foot in his lap.
"What is in my foot?" I (shriek) ask.
"Um... I don't know. Go get a tweezers and a flashlight."
Now that I know this ginormous (tiny) shard of glass is in my heel I lose the ability to walk normal and hobble around the house locating the tweezers and a headlamp.
I toss myself back on the ground. Shawn starts to poke at it and I (freak) tense a little. Which is apparently Cupcake's queue to come jump on my head while I lay on the floor and hit me in the face with her toy.
"Mama!! You are on the floor!! Play with me!! Why you scream? Play with me!! MAMAMAMAMAMAMA!!!!" Cupcake seemed to be saying.
After (a lot) a little (screaming and crying) whimpering on my end Shawn says I need to soak my foot to loosen it up a bit.
Again I hobble around the house looking for something to soak my foot in.
A bread pan! Of course! It is the perfect size 9!
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I sit here for a few minutes soak as the water gets increasingly cold. I am fighting off cats left and right who love that I am now keeping a bread pan of water for them in the living room. They just want to know why my foot is in their water.
I (whine) tell Shawn the water has gone cold so we are probably ready to try again.
I hobble back over to where he is sitting and toss my leg back up on his lap. More (screaming, crying, flinching) whimpering on my end ensues. More Cupcake whacking me in the head with her toy also ensues.
Shawn says "Hang on, this might hurt."
What?! It has been hurting all along! If that wasn't HURT what are you about to do to me?!
I brace myself, he yanks, it's out.
A sheet of glass the size of a plate glass window (the size of a discarded pinkie fingernail) is pulled from my heel and I instantly feel better.
So maybe the title of this post is a bit dramatic.
And maybe my Facebook post last night was also a bit dramatic.
But I will not apologize for it! That suck hurt like nobodies business!
Happy Friday everyone!