Day 5: ‘Put my foot in it’

To be accurate..put my foot on it! 

OUCH!!!

Last night we were starting the process of getting the lounge ready for it’s final leg of the renovation - a new floor! 

This meant moving all furniture, carpet and underlay, not to mention taking up the skirting board, carpet grippers and prepping the room for this morning’s painting job.

All was complete by 11pm, and proud of ourselves, we were surveying the empty room, when I stepped backwards. In my socks. Directly onto an upturned nail.

OUCH!

It was one of those moments where you’re not sure it hurts for the first ten seconds, and then you suddenly realise it’s bleedin' agony. There was no swearing though (amazingly), just a bit of silent teeth grinding and hopping around. 

Being 11pm on a Saturday night, there was no way I was going to frequent an A&E department, so I went to bed, assuming: “it’ll feel better in the morning”.

Well it didn’t. But it still took my mother’s horrified face - when I said I hadn’t had a Tetanus jab since childhood - and a nice lady from NHS Direct who told me to get to an A&E department within the hour, to persuade me to actually go.

Good ole Kingsmill had me in-and-out in 90 minutes, triaged, treated, jabbed and sent home with a week’s worth of penicillin that resemble horse tranquillisers. 

It may not sound like the best 24 hours, but I’m a strange sort of gal and I can’t really put a downer on today. We got the room ready for its final facelift, I had a lovely trip out with my dad and Erin (albeit to A&E), and I learned something new - if you stand on an old nail, do something about it!