Blogger's Block

Yes, I am having blogger's block. I think it is a result of the fight I had with the kitchen counter last night.

(Please feel free to laugh at this, that is what it is for. I awoke and was fine, bruised, cut, and bloody, but ok.)

I awoke after about an hour of sleep and thought it wise to go to the kitchen and get a midnight snack. At this point my legs, stomach, and brain were all in on the idea. I got to the kitchen, stepped over the "girl's gate"{baby gate} (see photo album "the girls" Skylar is the Catahulla blue eyes, Olivia is the crazy black lab). I was wearing my robe, so far so good. The Maple Sugar Life looked good and easy. Bowl check, open cereal box check, pick up box to pour in bowl almost check. I got a little faint. I stopped and placed the box down. Apparently, I had forgotten that I have a foot that has been partially amputated and another that has half of the nerves removed from it and the ankle. I remember turning around and facing the "evil counter". (Up until now that counter has been my friend, maybe it didn't wanted to be woken up? Be careful with sleeping counters.)

The last things I remember before waking up from Skylar nudging my back ie pushing me into my puddle of blood on the floor from both of my profusely bleed nostrils and cut below my right eye was seeing the counter rushing toward my face at an alarming rate. I realized that I was hurt, and with robe on stepped over the gate and into the bathroom. I wet a washcloth and held it forever on my poor nose on the dinning room floor. "God, please allow the platelets to stop my nose." I honestly thought that before falling asleep. He did about ten minuets later. I got up, and not thinking about my injuries proceeded to clean up the crime scene with a white washcloth.

It then hit me, "Mom would be so pissed seeing me use this already blood soaked washcloth to clean up this blood on the floor of the kitchen, counter, hall floor, bathroom floor, sink, and fixtures. So I had the presence of mind to soak it in water in the bowl planned for cereal.

I realized at this point I was no longer hungry and went to lie in bed and wallow in my own stupidity. I awoke to some blood that had seeped from my nose, an upper lip that can not make a smile, (surprisingly very little nose pain, because that stopped most of my downward decent), and to my surprise, a cut going to my right eye and my eyelid a lovely shade of purple and magenta.

Now the war wounds are minor, and I AM FINE! I am glad that it didn't turn out worse and my dog was there to save me.

I hope all that read this get a laugh. I called mom for advice on how to clean up blood, "soap and water". Maybe she didn't get the implication or just didn't want to know. I now have trail mix on the night stand within reach.