DEAD ... from lockjaw.
Dec. 23rd, 2004 02:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingHad work today. Did my usual thing of surreptitiously taking my shoes off behind the register counter (they have this big heel and no padding and make my feet hurt more than wearing nothing ... especially since the mat I stand on has these sort of massagy-lumpy bits on it). Took them off for the nth time while serving a man and put my foot on one of the spikes for the security tags, which someone had clearly not bothered to pick up when it fell outside the shoebox where they're put after they're removed from the clothing. There was a recoil and a wince of pain. After I had served him, and several others (on one foot), I had a moment to look and see how bad it was.
It was quite firmly embedded.
I dallied a bit, wondering whether I ought to take it out or not, but as there was half a centimetre of spike still outside my foot, I figured that I probably ought to, as there was no way I could walk on it, or even frankly get my shoe back on, and I wasn't about to get told off for doing something I'd already got in trouble about. It took several more customers, and careful tugging on the spike (these spike-pin things are quite substantial - about two millimetres in diameter), with my other hand pressing down on the flesh of my foot around it to steady it. It hurt like hell coming out. It hurt more than the initial stab, and that hurt quite a lot. And it was really hard to get out. The tip hurt the most. I finally got it out, and put my shoe back on. The spike had gone a fair way in - there was originally a centimetre of spike in my foot.
Later I took my shoe off again (not daring to place my foot on the ground again, though there were no more pins) to have a look at the state of my sock. The pin being in my foot hadn't caused it to bleed at all, but the removal of the pin did. I had this nifty stain on my sock that was maybe five centimetres across at its widest point. Luckily it largely stopped bleeding after that.
Foot still hurts a bit. It's all bruisy where the pin went in, because of the internal bleeding, y'know. Damn thick-soled feet. Dad says I probably ought to get a tetanus shot, and he's got a point, since I can't remember what my last shots (six years ago) were for. I thought you only got tetanus from rusty metal, but it's probably more to do with the breaking of the skin and so forth. Might go tomorrow. Where does one go for tetanus shots? I imagine the local doctor. At least mine's on the way home from work anyway.
I was quite virtuous after work. Not that I reported my injury (which I ought to have done, but hey, it was really really my fault), but that I finally went and applied for my own Medicare card. It's only taken me (very nearly) four years, but it's done. Woo. Also went to the supermarket to pick up twenty dollars' worth of feminine accoutrements. Bloke at the cash register asked me how I was, which seemed an odd question. I'm bleeding from my crotch; how do you think I'm doing? I must say, there's nothing like cramping to switch one's mood from generally well disposed to the human race to wanting to stab someone with a fork.
My foot, she huuurts. [/whinge]
It was quite firmly embedded.
I dallied a bit, wondering whether I ought to take it out or not, but as there was half a centimetre of spike still outside my foot, I figured that I probably ought to, as there was no way I could walk on it, or even frankly get my shoe back on, and I wasn't about to get told off for doing something I'd already got in trouble about. It took several more customers, and careful tugging on the spike (these spike-pin things are quite substantial - about two millimetres in diameter), with my other hand pressing down on the flesh of my foot around it to steady it. It hurt like hell coming out. It hurt more than the initial stab, and that hurt quite a lot. And it was really hard to get out. The tip hurt the most. I finally got it out, and put my shoe back on. The spike had gone a fair way in - there was originally a centimetre of spike in my foot.
Later I took my shoe off again (not daring to place my foot on the ground again, though there were no more pins) to have a look at the state of my sock. The pin being in my foot hadn't caused it to bleed at all, but the removal of the pin did. I had this nifty stain on my sock that was maybe five centimetres across at its widest point. Luckily it largely stopped bleeding after that.
Foot still hurts a bit. It's all bruisy where the pin went in, because of the internal bleeding, y'know. Damn thick-soled feet. Dad says I probably ought to get a tetanus shot, and he's got a point, since I can't remember what my last shots (six years ago) were for. I thought you only got tetanus from rusty metal, but it's probably more to do with the breaking of the skin and so forth. Might go tomorrow. Where does one go for tetanus shots? I imagine the local doctor. At least mine's on the way home from work anyway.
I was quite virtuous after work. Not that I reported my injury (which I ought to have done, but hey, it was really really my fault), but that I finally went and applied for my own Medicare card. It's only taken me (very nearly) four years, but it's done. Woo. Also went to the supermarket to pick up twenty dollars' worth of feminine accoutrements. Bloke at the cash register asked me how I was, which seemed an odd question. I'm bleeding from my crotch; how do you think I'm doing? I must say, there's nothing like cramping to switch one's mood from generally well disposed to the human race to wanting to stab someone with a fork.
My foot, she huuurts. [/whinge]