Justifying Nightlights
Not a whole lot goin' on right now. The big news of the moment is that I'm mildly injured once again. Two nights ago I tripped over one of the family cats, Sam, in the darkened hallway outside my room. I slammed my left-side pinky toe into a door frame. At first, it wasn't apparent to me how bad things were until I saw blood through the sock I had on. The toe was quite swollen and bloody from having the nail almost come off. That first night I tried to convince myself that it wasn't too bad because the pain wouldn't let me sleep. You know things are bad when you're trying to get a normal night's sleep and you're up past sunrise.
I finally broke out some pain killers and ice and got some sleep. As what normally happens when I am sick or in distress, I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt my friend iturtle and I were on a road trip in eastern Idaho and he flipped out and stole a minivan. The owners--a Brady-Bunch-esque family--immediately caught us before we could get off the property and I fruitlessly tried to convince them to let us go. For some reason, they let us stay with them while I keet trying to tell them we meant no harm. The family was huge and I vaguely remember having a momentary relationship with one of the young women. I tried to use that leverage and trust to escape but I woke up before I was able to set a plan into motion. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and it hits you like a wave and you just have to sit there for a few minutes, process what happened and come to the realization that it wasn't real.
Then the pain from my toe reappeared and I was disappointed that my latest injury wasn't also part of the dream. Overnight the wound had become caked in dried blood and I spent half an hour with q-tips and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide delicately cleaning it up. This isn't the first time I've broken a pinky toe and it probably won't be the last. They seem to be very easy for me to smash up. Thankfully, I'm still bipedal and not impaired. I'll hardly let the temporary incapacitation of my smallest appendage render my locomotion handicapped. But, suffice it to say, I'll be enforcing the use of the nightlights we have scattered around the house that we normally leave off.
I finally broke out some pain killers and ice and got some sleep. As what normally happens when I am sick or in distress, I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt my friend iturtle and I were on a road trip in eastern Idaho and he flipped out and stole a minivan. The owners--a Brady-Bunch-esque family--immediately caught us before we could get off the property and I fruitlessly tried to convince them to let us go. For some reason, they let us stay with them while I keet trying to tell them we meant no harm. The family was huge and I vaguely remember having a momentary relationship with one of the young women. I tried to use that leverage and trust to escape but I woke up before I was able to set a plan into motion. It was one of those dreams where you wake up and it hits you like a wave and you just have to sit there for a few minutes, process what happened and come to the realization that it wasn't real.
Then the pain from my toe reappeared and I was disappointed that my latest injury wasn't also part of the dream. Overnight the wound had become caked in dried blood and I spent half an hour with q-tips and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide delicately cleaning it up. This isn't the first time I've broken a pinky toe and it probably won't be the last. They seem to be very easy for me to smash up. Thankfully, I'm still bipedal and not impaired. I'll hardly let the temporary incapacitation of my smallest appendage render my locomotion handicapped. But, suffice it to say, I'll be enforcing the use of the nightlights we have scattered around the house that we normally leave off.