Sunday, August 2, 2009

Glass Encounters of the Breakage Kind

[Monday, August 3, Editor's Note: I'm fine. ... had to extract a long pointy piece out of my ankle, then dig out the tip (which had broken off) ... it hit a small vein which is why all the bleeding. No stitches. The rest are just pricks, like from Zoe's claws when she forgets herself and plays too rough.]


... or Toni's Purge Intentions go Mightily Awry ...

OK. So I go in the kitchen to pull some stuff off a top shelf for purging, for a haul away to Good Will. The shelf just below it has all our glassware (drinking glasses) on it. I don't touch the thing, brush against it, nothing, and suddenly the entire shelf just collapses ... glasses flying, then GLASS flying ... everywhere, into the Paris (back) room, the living room, the hallway to the laundry room, and RAINING all over the kitchen. I'm standing there gasping, my feet and the floor around them covered an inch deep in shards ...

and I realize I have bits of glass sticking out all over my legs, both of them, and one piece in my left ankle, which is gushing blood.

So I yell like three times for Kevin and simultaneously I've started to cry -- he comes running (he'd been sound asleep; must've been something of Major Panic in my voice). He takes a look, dashes to find shoes, grabs a broom and dust pan but first helps me to the bathroom so I can pull these shards out of my legs, sitting on the edge of the tub bleeding, with my little tweezers, and bawling just cuz it scared me so bad, not cuz I hurt at all! ...

all this time later (about 45 minutes) and we have a trash can full of glass; I've washed the bowls that were under that shelf of glass dust, salvaged a whopping 8 glasses (from about 50) ... I mean, I wanted to purge but not our GOOD stuff that we use every day. And the top shelf I'd just taken everything down from proceeded to drop, but somehow I had my arms right there and caught it. Time for REAL CUPBOARDS I'D SAY!!!!

And my ankle has not stopped bleeding, tho' it's slowed. I'm wondering stitches? It IS kinda serious. But I want to wait for BB to get home.

And now I still have to go figure out how to use Double BB's big vacuum thingie [the one that he details cars with] to sweep the kitchen ... there is glass all over, still, after four times being swept: shards, dust, bits. Goodbye to my morning. And my best purge intentions along with it.

Anybody got any whiskey? I need a shot! and a hug!!! And a winch to pry Zoe out from under my studio table -- poor furry beastie had been taking a snooze nearby on the tile when all this glass hell broke loose!

8 comments:

Holly said...

Huge cyber hugs...and Reiki has been sent as well.

Oh, wow, what a mess!!! Let us know how you are...

Samantha said...

Oh hun, I'll hop over shortly to sit on the patio roost with you and we can have a few beers.

I hope stitches are not needed. Coz that means a hospital or a doctor, and I can't abide either of the things.

Do you have something called Rescue Remedy over there?

Alison said...

Eeek! How really awful! Don't you just hate it when something like that happens and it's like it's happening in slow motion - it's underway and you can't do anything about it! Anyway, I'm sending you hugs and I also think you should go and see a doctor. I am older than you so listen up! Seriously, I think you should. Get well soon. xxx

lee said...

as you would say shite....here is a hug from me, and i am having that drink for you. Stay away from the cupboards for awhile and take it easy. We dont want any more accidents happening to our favourite writer.

beth said...

and blood gushing...holy crap, you really know how to throw a purge party !

and that luke...too funny..but I do the same thing mostly in the winter as far as leaving some sort of pajama part on my with regular clothes....shhhh !

Cam said...

Goodness!!

Glad you are alright! It would have been more fun to set up a target and really launch those babies, and just listen to them shatter. You should not have used your ankle as the target...

Umm... next time, try not to cut your foot off!!

And, kinda weird, because my sister put up my casserole dishes the last time the dishwasher was unloaded and tonight, when I opened the cabinet, they came cascading down towards yours truly. I jumped back, and thankfully, nothing broke.
An accident?
I'm not so sure.
I'll be watching my back, just in case...

QueenBee said...

You and I should totally be sitting somewhere sharing some bourbon and swapping stories! (I'm from Kentucky, so bourbon is the choice of feel-better around here.)
About two years ago, I had a similar experience. My mother had given me a VERY heavy trifle bowl, and after her passing, it became a sometimes on-going discussion between my husband and I about whether it was crystal or cut-glass. (He thought crystal, but I knew my mother wouldn't have given me something that expensive while she was still living.) One day, while rolling it around carefully, in the sink to rinse said bowl, it shattered. Huge shards of glass broke away, leaving the bowl looking like a crown. I didn't even feel it, but immediately saw blood gushing from my wrist, yes, my WRIST! I screamed for my husband, and still dressed in my pajamas and dowdy-looking housecoat, we went to the E.R. Even as I was being sewn up, the crystal/cut glass debate ensued. The doctor doing the needlework finally looked up and said, "It was crystal, it showed up as lead on the X-rays." So, my husband was right, and I have fourteen stitches and an ugly knot that hurts like crazy when bumped, to prove it. I know this is a LONG comment, but I just had to share. Housework is dangerous.

Veronica said...

oh my gosh.... thank god he was there to help you. holy shoot... I am so thankful you are okay...

wow, don't do that again