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The Pruning Shears

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You think you know who your friends are and then BOOM out of the blue, one of them attacks you.
I was out working in the garden the other day and I enjoyed it so much. My husband and I planted new plants; he raked up leaves and we cleaned the gardens.
The sun was shining, just strong enough to gently warm my soul.
When we were done, I went in the house to wash up.
I set my pruning shears down on a little table on the porch.
As I turned to walk away, they jumped down on me with full force.
Bam… off the table they flew and one Nasty Point jammed itself right into my foot, traveling almost all the way through my flesh to the floor.
I was shocked by the fury of this attack.
I take good care of my pruning shears. I gently wash them off every time I use them. I dry them, I oil them and I put them away in a soft cloth.
So, can you see why I didn’t understand why one of them would attack me?
Maybe they were upset because I usually take out the other cheap pair and maybe they were jealous…I just don’t have a clue. I wasn’t vengeful; I cleaned them as usual and put them away.
However, they are on unpaid leave until further notice.
I washed, soaked in Epsom salts and cleaned out the wound, antibioticed and bandaged the puncture, but all of that didn’t help much. Within two days I knew I had a problem.
It was time for WebMD. Yup. WebMD confirmed that I had screwed up. Puncture wounds in the foot are a serious business it seems.
Should have been seen by a doctor right away and maybe a foot surgeon.
Now, I am at Urgent Care waiting for the teenagerish doctor’s verdict.
The foot is swollen, the skin is stretched taunt, it’s shiny and it hurts like a son of a gun. (I don’t know what that means but my mom applied the term too many pains.)
“Oh yes, it’s infected! I’m going to give you some antibiotics and you should come back in a few days if it doesn’t get better.”
Well, that wouldn’t happen because the next day I would be flying to Oklahoma to visit my baby granddaughter, limp and all.
Just for fun or maybe because she was having a slow day, she gave me a Tetanus shot.
“I had one about four years ago,” I protested. “I got it here when I came in with an allergic reaction to an ant bite!”
She left to look up the date and came back with a needle in her hand.
“Two weeks past five years,” she said, pretending that she felt bad.
The foot turned every shade of lavender and blue imaginable, but the next day I took my colorful foot to Oklahoma.
I had a fantastic visit with my son, his wife and my four-month-old granddaughter, Mile Mae.
Heaven

4 thoughts on “The Pruning Shears

  1. UM why didn’t you tell me this happened. Wow how crazy girl. I also find it interesting that you blogged from the dr office! Isn’t that amazing that we find these times to make good use of idle waiting room time?
    I love how you finished that up with your sweet baby visit. I love that so much! I would fire the shears for sure! xoxoxo

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    1. I love that picture too, thank you. It reminds me of a time long ago when life really was a lot more simple. Pruning shears attack happened just before I went to OKC and I have so much going on sometimes, it just gets crazy, LOL. I always know you are there and even when we don’t have time to share details, we are so connected. I wrote much of it in the doctor’s office but just got around to posting it this past weekend. It’s my biggest challenge, writing too much and not finishing up the final edit and the posting. I have about six stories to do that to right now. Plus dozens of notebooks full from the last three years. Just recently, I have broken the notebook habit by using Color Notes on my phone. I enjoy relaxing and telling the story right when it occurs to me and then I email the note and cut and paste it into a document. Without a full-time secretary, I don’t know how I will ever get all my paper journals into the computer. I just was enjoying writing by hand so much but I got WAY ahead of myself. Even if someone tried to put them in Word for me, it would be hard because I know what I really meant and how to edit the stories or poems as I enter them. Thank you for reading me! Love you, Pinky

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