The Crisis of the Toes

Well, it's been a fairly uneventful week for me, hence the lack of posts. Friday I went to BINGO and didn't win any money. Bummer, but not surprising. Thursday I did laundry at Grandma's house. Big excitement there. *insert eye roll here* The rest of the week I just hung out around the house, farting around on the computer and tidying around the house. Wow, my life is so exciting I can hardly stand it! *insert another eye roll here*

Saturday was an adventure worth sharing, though. I rode in a car with my Mom, Steve and Grandma B to Lauren's baby shower. She's expecting my nephew in June, two days before my 30th birthday. His name will be Dale Jon, after his dad and my dad. Everyone has already decided to call him D.J., to avoid confusion.

Lauren lives in Fort Wayne, which is about an hour's drive from Goshen. So Grandma and I carpooled with Mom and Steve. It was an uncomfortable ride down, in the sense that Grandma and I were in the back seat of Mom's little Aveo, which has very little leg room in the back. But still, it didn't seem as long because we all chatted the whole way down, reminiscing about pets and people we'd known. The conversation was comfortable and easy, which really lowered the stress on me. (I hate leaving Goshen, it makes me a nervous wreck!)

It was the first time I've seen Lauren's new home. She and Dale purchased it a few months ago. It's an older home, at least 100 years judging by the interior architecture. It has beautiful hardwood floors and still some of the original heavy oak doors with their pretty panes of glass.

Fort Wayne is one of the most historic towns in Indiana. Under the direction of American Revolutionary War statesman General "Mad" Anthony Wayne, the United States Army built Fort Wayne in a series of forts near the Miami Indian village of Kekionga in 1794. The original fort in the town is still intact, and quite the tourist destination. By Hoosier standards, Fort Wayne is a big city, the second largest in the state. There's a lot of Historic Landmarks, most built in the mid to late 1800's or early 1900's, and an awesome zoo as well. Down the road from Lauren's house is a water park we're planning to spend the day at as soon as it warms up. So my sister has picked a nice place to live.

Christina was absolutely thrilled to see us, as always. There was lots of hugging and lap jumping, followed by her running around with her buddy Zoe like a crazy child. But I bet you're wondering about the title by now. Well, it's true, there's been a terrible rash of toe injuries at my sister's home. It started with her friend, Michelle. I don't know the details, only that Michelle injured her toes a couple days ago at Lauren's house.

When we arrived, as soon as we were seated, Dale hobbled in and showed Mom (who's a nurse) that he'd just ripped the toenail off one of his toes. It was bloody and gross and Mom goes, "um, just put a band-aid on it and keep it clean." I think Dale was hoping for a bit more than that, but there's not really much you can do for that sort of injury. So that was toe injury number two.

I was victim number three. After some games and the opening of presents and the eating of cake, Mom and Lauren and some of her friends set to putting together the equipment Lauren had received. (A baby swing and an organizer that defied logical explanation and wound up with four people trying to figure out how to put it together properly and still failing.)

Once the putting together of new "toys" commenced, I excused myself and went out back to smoke a cigarette. Christina was playing in the back yard while I smoked. She ran up and down the chain link fence that was shared with the neighbors, chattering happily with the children that live next door. It was amusing to watch, because whenever she wanted their attention she'd yell "Hey Kids!" and show them whatever she wanted to show them.

When I was done smoking, I stepped around the corner of the house to a little flower bed, intending to put the cigarette out and tear off the tobacco. That's the part that smells bad, and it's bio-degradable. One good rain and it's vanished. The filter I planned to stick in my pocket and throw away later. As I bent over to stub out the cigarette, I felt a sharp pain in my right pinky toe and wince. Figuring I'd just stubbed my toe a bit, I dealt with the cigarette and stood back up. Then I looked down at my feet. There was blood all over the sidewalk. I'd split the toe wide open along the nail, a cut about an inch deep.

It hurt.

I still think I probably needed stitches, as deep as that cut was, but I didn't go get them. No health insurance and all. Instead I poured peroxide over the wound to help stop the bleeding and wrapped a bandaid around it.

So that's the Crisis of the Toes. Just remember, if you ever find yourself visiting Lauren's house, wear steel-toed boots. I think there's a toe-hating ghost living there, personally. :)

<3 Elisabeth

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