It takes a Village

Nothing ever goes as planned, does it?
Yesterday, I was trucking through my to-do list, just minutes from getting our school day started. I was scrubbing our bathroom, cleaning the sink. I pulled my hand back and hit it on the mirror that hangs above the sink. I looked at it because it felt strange. I realized that there was a split in my skin and I was seeing white in between. I just kept looking at it in shock trying to figure out if I was really seeing what I thought I was. When I realized that I was in fact seeing something I shouldn’t be able to see, I lifted my hand above my head and called my sister. More than once because she didn’t answer the first time and the shock of how gross it was had me feeling panicky.
I called my mom to see if she happened to be off of work. Nope. My sister had tried calling me back while I was on with my mom. I called her again. She was across town, and said she would be right there. She dropped everything for her whole day to drive me to the ER (Urgent care said they couldn’t do stitches on knuckles). It took a lot of shuffling kids around, because there are six kids and one minivan.
The ER was PACKED. There were a lot of people with sore throats and coughs… I hid on the opposite side of the waiting room to avoid all of the germs the best I could. A second triage nurse called me back and said she was going to make sure no X-rays were needed and see if there was anything they could do to help speed things along. When she looked, she realized it wasn’t bone exposed, but a ligament. She said that the ligament didn’t appear to be damaged, and she would be able to glue it, put steri strips on, and send me on my way. Praise Jesus! Stitches are miserable, plus my last scar from stitches keloid and it is not small and dainty like they expected.

This honestly makes it look worse than it is. The glue is blue, which makes it look like I have a big bruise. I don’t. It actually didn’t hurt at all when it happened. It was throbbing a little bit by the time I got to the ER, but still not bad. It definitely hurt by the time the girls were in bed for the night, and I took an advil and felt much better once that kicked in. They made me take my rings off because it was swelling. (?? I think my fingers are just fat now) I feel so naked without them. It actually is swollen today, so I’ll have to leave them off for another day. Boo.
That mirror has apparently been broken on the bottom since before we moved in, and we never knew it. Harper frequently leans on the sink right there, and I am so thankful that her arm never got cut! I’ve cleaned the sink many times, and have no idea how it took this long for an injury! haha! Scott took it down when he got home, and we’ll be putting an actual medicine cabinet up instead of a mirror. It’s much more functional for a family.
It was so wild, and such a freak thing that happened.
We didn’t get a full school day in. I already had dinner in the crock pot, and was in the process of making sweet tea when it happened. Priorities, y’all. I finished that tea because I am dedicated. My village really rallied together to help me yesterday, and I am very grateful. It wasn’t life threatening. It wasn’t a huge deal, and still many people came together to help me. I am blessed.
I hope that your Tuesday is dull and uneventful. haha! J/K. I hope mine is. I hope yours is fabulous!