Well, now I know what it is like to be married again.
Last night I'm out watering the vegetable garden and I step on a screw. I wish it had been a nail.
So I step on it, it goes a good full inch into the back of my heel.
Aw F**K (my usual reaction for hurting myself). OK, pull the damned thing out. A screw causes as much damage coming out as going in.
So, I'm limping back to the house, blood spilling into my sandals and my wife asks me why I'm walking funny. I say I hurt myself, get some antiseptic and a couple bandages.
She's interrogating me about the accident, Just get me what I asked for and we'll talk about it after.
She's still insisting on details and I tell her that she either gets them right now or I will get them and leave traces of blood all over the house...
Well, at least then she played nurse. Cleaned my foot, and got out the antiseptic. She said "this might hurt", I told her it can't possibly hurt more than it does already, go for it. Never felt anything.
Dr says I shouldn't wear closed shoes for the next few days, especially since temperatures are supposed to head up to 40C or so (104F), too much risk of infection, so I get 4 days off work.
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