Bad ending to a Pretty Good Day

When I woke up this morning my eyes were almost glued shut. I think that this verifies the fact that some allergens were bothering my eyes yesterday. So when I got up this morning I washed my face with baby shampoo, that way I could really do a thorough job of washing and not worry about making my eyes any worse.

I also shaved this morning as Kathleen and I were going to go over to Alyssa's and watch the grandchildren while Alyssa ran some errands. Unfortunately my bowels were not cooperating this morning so I had to stay home and as it turned out it was a good thing I did.

Finally around 1000 I started to feel better so I went outside and pruned some of the roses that needed some pruning and also some of the blueberries that had not wintered over well.

The sun finally came out and so I decided that I would re-roto till the garden area as it has not rained much in the last week or so and the ground was not like gumbo. By the time I finished roto-tilling and raking out the garden I was getting pretty tired and my wrists were really sore.

So I went into the house and cleaned up then I hot waxed my hands and that helped alleviate the soreness. After taking the hot wax off I made myself some organic roasted red pepper and tomato soup and added the rest of the rice and beans from a couple nights ago.

Then after resting for a while I decided to pick up the rugs in the kitchen and sweep and mop the floor. I had gotten the broom and dust pan out and went to get a couple sticks out of the cookie jar when I dropped the glass lid and it shattered all over the place. So I swept the glass up and dumped it into the garbage.

Kathleen called and said that she was at Fred Meyer and wanted to know if there was anything that I could think of that she needed to pick up. I did not realize that I had gotten cut until I started noticing rather large puddles of blood on the floor. Then when I looked down at my legs I could see where I was bleeding; so I told Kathleen that I had cut myself and needed to get off the phone.

I grabbed some paper towels and tried to soak up the blood on my ankle and foot; my wool clog were soaked and it took five paper towels to soak up the blood that was still coming out of the cut. I must have nicked a vein just below my ankle.

Once I got the bleeding stopped I went into the living room and sat in my easy chair and put my foot up on the ottoman for about fifteen minutes. Once I had gone that length of time without any more blood I soaked up the blood from my clog and then put a clean towel in my clog; just in case it either started bleeding again and also to soak up more of the blood from my clog.

Then I took a couple more paper towels and mopped up the blood pools on the kitchen floor. Then I got the mop out and got it wet and mopped the kitchen floor; something that I started to do about forty-five minutes before. Then I went and sat down in my easy chair.

Kathleen came home after a while and had gotten some sirloin tips and mash potatoes for dinner. After she had some time to sit and relax I asked her if she would put some Neosporin ointment and a bandage on my cut so while she was getting those items I took another paper towel, wet it and cleaned of all the dried blood from my foot.

After dinner I gave Kathleen her anniversary present that I had hidden under the dinning room table. I gave her a micro-wave for the upstairs so that she could heat up her hot pad or make some popcorn or hot beverage. It is something that she has wanted for a while and while it is not the most romantic thing and I have never been much of a romantic person but more of a practical person.

It is hard to believe that it will be thirty-nine years tomorrow; it is kind of ironic as this year everything is on the same day as it was back in 1969 only we are a "little" older.