Friday morning, still groggy from staying up to late watching the Hatfield’s & McCoys (gosh it was good) and under caffeinated. My stubborn ambition to get way to much done in a day, found me driving a pitch fork through my toes. I knew just before it happened my angle was wrong, but it was too late. This dear gardeners, is a good reason not to work in flip-flops. As my Uncle Doug said “I forked up.”
My day unfolded to revile a few more interesting synchronicity’s, first my husband unexpectedly drove by in his work truck. Construction detoured him to my advantage, thank you Universe! He gave me a lift to the hospital, where I found I was not the only one who forked up. I was lucky enough not to have impaled my whole foot, another reason to be thankful. I love St. Mary’s hospital, they have taken wonderful care of me the few times I’ve been there.
The doctor found I’d gone through toe #3, out the other side and sliced toe #4. My luck it went under the bone, nothing to serious broken. Mind you there is not a lot of flesh to a toe. After a lovely soak in a tub of betadine, ex rays, horrible shots to numb them for the next 2 important steps, irrigation and stitches. Irrigation makes me think of watering the garden, it’s much different in the ER. I was very happy to have had the shots after that.
After stitches I was hanging out waiting for discharge papers, that can take all day if it’s busy. I’d been watching the nurses station feeling grateful for the job these amazing people do, when someone started sobbing. The nurse walked out with a little guy about 3 while the family grieved their loss. She was talking to him, looking for toys, and sending someone to get a popsicle & anything to help distract the little guy. I dug in my bag for a mini etch a sketch and flagged down the next staff member who walked by to give it to him.
This morning we got a call from an old high school friend, it was his nephew I gave the toy to. I had probably been comforting his family, outside waiting for my ride, while the sister was talking to our friend on the phone. To me this is the Universe at large, working it’s wonders, though call it what you like.
I would like to ask you, if you have ever been to the ER, or know someone who has, to think about sending a thank you letter to the ER staff. And maybe a few little toys for the children. I am so grateful for the many amazing men and women who devote their lives to caring for others. I simply would not be able to keep my cool in such a demanding job.