Ow!

This is part of what happens when you leave your knitting on the floor:

That hurt.

After one steps on a 2.75 mm pointy stick in bare feet, here's what happens next.

1. Hobble upstairs to the bathroom to wash the wound and put a Spiderman band-aid on, apparently dripping blood on the way.
2. Stick foot in sink, find cloth, find polysporin, find band-aids, etc.
3. With damp rag in hand and superhero band-aid working its magic, hobble back, retracing earlier path, wiping blood out of the carpet.
4. Hobble back to the bathroom to deal with damp rag; pass desk, pick up camera.
5. Hobble back downstairs, grab knitting, hobble outside to catch the evening light, photograph evidence. Also photograph bottom of foot.
6. Hobble back upstairs, kick kid off computer, upload pictures. Decide picture of the bottom of one's foot is not really fit for show.

That's it for this evening, folks. I hope we won't have any more of these emergency blogging situations. Also, I hope there's another sock needle somewhere around.

I must say I have renewed sympathy for Jane, who stepped on a plug, and Ryan, who stepped on a wooden needle, though since she only complained about breaking the needle and not her skin, I would assume she was wearing shoes! This stepping-on business has got to stop!

Right now I am going to find a comfy chair, complete with footstool, and read the book I finally got from the library. It's The Crossing Places, by Elly Griffiths, recommended by Liz.