So this is me...this is my life

A few of my friends have blogs, which I read often enough to probably warrant being called a stalker of said friends.  Although I don't ever call said friends so it's more like it's a way for me to lull myself into believing I'm keeping in touch when in fact I'm not, I'm just being a creeper.  Anyway, I have had a few people tell me I am funny/weird/entertaining/should start a blog.  For a long time I have thought about this, but not actually done it because, well, I didn't think people really wanted to read about my exhaustion in grad school and I had some fun stories from/about clients, but it would be really unethical of me to share those.  So yea, here I am being told I should start a blog, but not really thinking I have anything all that interesting to blog about.  Until recently. 

Recently, I graduated from graduate school, began "working" at the place I did my externship, and my husband and I bought our first house.  I seem to have lots of things to share recently from tales of giant black crickets in our basement, adventures to/from/at HomeDepot and most recently, as in today, slicing my foot open on our refrigerator door handle as I was trying to make it open the opposite direction.  See? Things to share!!

Of course now that I have started this blog I fear my life will get very boring and I won't have anything to share.  Sad face.  But then, that might feel like a good thing when we get the bill for my 12 stitches from the urgent care clinic!

There is a picture at the bottom, be warned (it's not that bad, but then I don't really have a squeamish stomach)

That's not even really a good story I am sorry to say.  As I said I was trying to switch our new refrigerator's doors so they opened the other way.  This wasn't really something I cared about at first, but then my mother and grandmother, whom I adore!! (should they ever read this, and naturally grandmothers and mothers cannot read inside parentheses), informed me that my doors were on the wrong way because they didn't open into the kitchen.  Again, I did not really think I cared about this, but they both seemed so...what's the word, appalled? disturbed?...basically I felt that they pitied me because my refrigerator doors didn't open right.  I decided this weekend I would fix this myself, since the directions seemed so simple, minus, hey did you know refrigerator doors are REALLY HEAVY!?  That's not really part of the story...I got the doors off, hinges had been moved and I was on to the part where I needed to move the actual handle.  The thing came off easy enough, and I set it behind me, but then I had to take off these other little screws and I looked at them, and, well the thing is, they can't really make things like this simple.  This little operation of mine required at least 3 different bits for the screwdriver, plus a supposed "included" alan (sp?) wrench, that was less than included.  Anyway, I was looking for one of the bits that I needed, because, why would I put things in an obvious place where I might find them when I need them again.  I was sitting on the floor, so I thought I might be sitting on the bit and I did this weird contortionist kick move and kicked the handle that was laying behind me.  Now this was one of those moments where it hurt, I just kicked something and it hurt, but I also expected it to hurt more in a second.  You know that feeling? When you know it's going to be worse in just 2 seconds?  Well that feeling never came, it just hurt, and then it didn't.  And that's when I realized I didn't want to look.

I don't want to get graphic, but there was blood, there was not wanting to look, but knowing I had too, and then there was trying to talk the husband through googling a nearby hospital or urgent care...because of course we've only lived here 3 weeks and you don't worry about these types of things until you need them right?  Finally convinced the husband that I was not going to bleed out on the living room floor and could get to the car without him carrying me and we got to the urgent care place with the help of google, my new smart phone (wonderful investment) and my frantic husband.  Really you would have thought I was in labor with our first child the way he was running around!

I ended up with 12-ish, I think, loops in my stitches...I'm not sure I can say 12 stitches because there's only one knot...I really don't know how this works, but anyway 2 inches worth of stitches and a sore foot! Yay for home ownership!!

Here comes the picture, don't scroll down if you don't want to see!

The best, and by that I mean absolutely worst, part was getting the 5000 shots in the GAPING wound to numb it.  Really? I think I could have dealt with the stitches after I survived the shots to numb the dang thing!

Okay, that's it, my first blog post.  Hope it was everything you dreamed it could be!