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You know a man loves you when at the first squawking of painful injury, he streaks out of the bathroom in just his towel with a look of panicked concern and doesn't follow it up with "Why were you walking around on half-finished tile without your slippers on?" when he sees you hopping about with one bloody foot dangling.
This is love.
But no more so than when he carries you into the bathroom, sets you on the toilet (after closing the lid) and sticks your foot in the sink.
And that's how my morning began, how was yours?
Seriously, the first thought I had when I woke this morning (right after "Crap, I forgot to set the alarm.") concerned slippers, but not because I was worried about slicing open the ball of my right foot on the not quite finished tile job in our new kitchen. I was thinking about the cold. The worm turned viciously last night, and our new temperature normals are settling in for the endless Alberta winters of perpetual minus degrees Celsius. Couple that with the ending of Daylight Savings Time this weekend, and what's foremost on my mind is the arrival of Old Man Winter. A pernicious guest whom never fails to overstay his welcome.
I didn't stay seated on the toilet long. I am a weenie with blood pressure so low that it's nearly impossible for me to make any sudden positional moves, so forget about injuring myself.
My husband Rob helped me to the floor, repositioned my foot over the sink's edge and remarked, as I faded to pale and began to shiver,
"I shudder to think what would happen to you if you were ever in a car wreck."
While he went for the first aid supplies, which we store in a tackle box, the 9 year old calmly finished packing both hers and her father's lunches and readied herself to catch the bus. Such a pragmatic chip of her daddy's block. She trooped into the bathroom in her heavy winter coat and my old toque to kiss me goodbye, assessing my prone self and propped foot in the process. Finding that her dad had everything under control, she wished me a good day and was gone.
Rob, meanwhile, had ducked out back to put out the recycled paper and compost for the trash collection - and yes, he was still in just his towel. The neighbors are long past being shocked by this.
By the time he returned, I didn't feel like fainting anymore. The wound was deep but not bleeding too much and not stichable so no early morning trip to the ER for me. Which was fine. Fear of death is about the only thing that will get me to go to Emerge. The local hospital is small, understaffed and the odds of getting a doctor who speaks better than passable English is fifty-fifty at best.
"Do I need a tetanus shot?" I asked Rob as he cleaned the wound and taped it shut with butterfly strips.
"No, tile is like glass. I guess I should have warned you about that."
We are approaching the first anniversary of starting the major home renovation project that lead to my unfortunate accident. Last year, just before Remembrance Day, we gutted the main floor of the house. Tore out the wall between the dining and living room with the intention of having a larger kitchen opening into a family space and transforming the tiny old kitchen into a dining area. I won't tell you how much we have left to do because you would question my sanity and judgment for allowing such a project in the first place. I will say that I have a kick-ass kitchen now though ... except for the unfinished floor and the fact that my new appliances are still in the old kitchen. Progress is progress.
As he finished off his first aid with a Polysporin and a Disney princess Band-Aid, he asked,
"Are you going to be able to teach yoga today?"
I am covering a class for another teacher. It was an iffy proposition anyway as I am still fighting flu and a bit lightheaded as a result.
"I can probably fake my way through it," I said. "Maggie usually spend at least half the class teaching from the seated position anyway and it's just 45 minutes."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't disagree with my optimistic assessment.
We have breakfast. Me with my foot propped and him in his towel. He hangs around until he is later than normal for work
