Don’t look at the picture at the bottom if you are squeamish. (Tara this means you!)
Day before my 18th birthday I had a cystoscopy done because of a dual kidney infection and UTI. Day before my 21st birthday I tripped over Isabell and cut the bottom of my toe open. I wound up with stitches for that one. I figured with this Thursday being my 30th birthday I would break my arm or something. Nope. (A least I hope I won’t.) Instead I have a lovely somewhat Zoë induced injury to add to my birthday list.
Yesterday it was raining a lot. Like flooding in part of Houston including our backyard. I took Zoë out to potty and she was acting like a fool. She started tearing around the backyard. She went behind the pool and I couldn’t find her. I was worried that she had slipped under the fence again. I started running towards the gate and slipped. I managed to cut the top of my foot open on our hammock stand. It was kind of nasty. It looks okay now. We put butterfly bandages on it and it appears to have closed up already. Now if I could just get the girls to stop stepping on it. Good thing I got a pedicure on Friday!
It looks and feels much better today than it did yesterday!