A Terrifically Terrible Tuesday

Where do I begin? Monday I had some blood work done because I hadn't been feeling well lately, I was worried that my kidney disease had come out of remission. However, when my doctor called yesterday, she said it wasn't my kidneys, I was diabetic. It might not seem like a big deal, but I just felt like it was another thing to add to my list.  And it seems overwhelming, and life changing. I felt sort of responsible too, because my doctors think this was brought on by my Hashimoto's, and my thyroid (or lack thereof) being out of control.  I should know more about this by the end of the week, I had more blood tests done this morning, and I have a few more doctors appointments this week. 

Anyway, later on in the day, Kevin came home a few hours early because he wasn't feeling well. (and he never gets sick, so I was sort of worried.) 

And then the real fun began. I needed to cut up Khloe's supper, and I couldn't find a knife, so I just grabbed a cutting knife from my knife set we got as a wedding gift. After I cut her pizza, she kept grabbing for the knife, so I stuck it on the chair between my legs, with every intention of putting it away right away. Then I went to sit indian style, and tucked my right leg up, and the knife went right into the bottom of my foot.  I have never bled that much in my life. Fortunately, my quick thinking hubby tied something around my ankle, and put pressure on it, and so it slowed to a trickle by the time we got to the ER. (and thankfully my mom and sister came to watch my traumatized little girls, Korinne is still asking if my blood is going to keep "coming out") 

 All Kevin and I could do was laugh at our ridiculous day. The hospital staff must have thought we were nuts. At one point I was laughing so hard I was just about crying because Kevin was making jokes. In spite of everything, it was a really great few hours that we got to spend together. 

As for my poor foot, I have to stay off of it for awhile, I have a couple stitches. (which I'm slightly proud of, because even though I'm incredibly accident prone, broken bones are usually my thing, these are the first stitches I've ever gotten because of an injury) And we're hoping for no nerve or tendon damage, but only time will tell. 

When unexpected things happen, you just have to roll with it. There's no use sitting around moping about something you can't control.