About two weeks ago, I stubbed my big toe...really, really bad. Just as it was getting dark one night, I stumbled on the front deck steps after saying goodbye to Nick, managed to catch myself, but still teetering, slammed my foot into the riser. Agony, a lot of whimpering, I hobbled up the last several stairs to the front door and fortunately looked down before I walked onto the carpet. Blood is pouring out the top half of my big toe and running over the side of my flip flop.
I do a quick scan up and down the mountain road, then take off my shirt and wrap it around my foot so I can get across the carpet to the kitchen without leaving a CSI crime scene trail in my wake. Up on the counter, foot in the sink, water flushing the wound so I can assess the damage. Damage I don't want to look at, let alone assess, but I suck it up, get everything clean...and realize I've nearly ripped the nail clear off. I'm not sure what to do, so I wrap the toe in gauze and tape in the hope that the nail will somehow miraculously reattach itself.
Then I stub the dang thing at least twenty times over the next ten days requiring endless bandaging and mollycoddling.
Monday, last week, out of the shower, drying off, I look down at my foot...and what in flaming hell is wrong with that nail? It's...**gulp**...twisted somehow, like almost turned sideways. Eeewwwww.
Long story short, skipping gory details: I had to pull off the nail. To the base. The process was wretched and ugly and yes, there were tears. And although it was one of my top five yuckiest moments to date, within hours of being nail-less, my toe felt better. No more throbbing, no more painful swelling, just blessed relief...
Tuesday, I went grocery shopping, came out of the store and found that someone had backed into my Blazer and wrecked the running board on the passenger side. Bits and pieces were laying on the ground, though thankfully the running board saved my car from getting bashed which would have been way more aggravating. With Nick's most excellent help, I found some replacement running boards online, delivery expected by Thursday.
Wednesday, hot and miserably muggy day. Stuck in traffic, A/C roaring, I'm at one of the worst intersections in town (a 12-way which is beyond-description horrible) when my water pump decides to implode. Chaos ensues as you can imagine, dear readers, what with the soaring temps, the traffic, my rising anxiety and imminent heatstroke.
And honestly? If I were Nick about now, I would dump me at the first opportunity because, yet again, he comes to my rescue. We get the car towed back to the house, then he takes me to the car parts place and we order a new water pump. Coincidentally, both the running boards and the pump are delivered on Thursday.
I was feeling guilty about Nick doing all this work for me, but he told me not to worry, we'd have fun doing the car together. I was still protesting when he left Thursday evening.
Friday, I get up, turn on the laptop and get this email/photo from Nick...
Caption read: "Help comes in all shapes and sizes"
He was leaving for work that morning and saw this spider hitching a ride on the back of a very large snail. I laughed out loud...and smiled for the rest of the day.
So. We did indeed spend the weekend inside the engine and underneath the Blazer and it was fun. Now my baby runs like a dream and has shiny new running boards, too.
I'm gonna owe Nick until the end of time.
And I don't mind one bit...