Laura's nursery school is doing a pet theme this week, and I was asked if she could bring Chester in at circle time. I was excited about this, and decided I should probably get him cleaned up a little. Last night I spent half an hour brushing him, and took out a grocery bag full of fur. I also intended to bath him today. This morning we sort of had a lull in activities and the girls were playing relatively nicely together, so I decided to take the opportunity to do it then. Afterwards, I gated him in the kitchen so he wouldn't get on the furniture, but noticed while I was starting lunch that he looked like he had a spot that hadn't been rinsed properly. So I whisked him back up to the tub to quickly rinse him again, gave him a quick towel off again, and let him go. He ran down the stairs, me right behind, wanting to get back to check on the eggs I was cooking. But, he had made the floor wet at the bottom of the stairs, and I totally slipped and destroyed my big toe trying to catch myself. I cried out in pain, and then laid myself on the floor, feeling light headed. The girls were very concerned. I asked Laura to bring me some water, and I received it in a cup from her play kitchen because she can't reach the cupboard where we keep the glasses. After a few minutes and the initial pain had somewhat subsided, I tried standing up. I was still light headed and could not put any weight on my toe, or move it at all. I made it to the stove to turn off the eggs, and grabbed the phone. I hobbled to the couch and called Josh to come home. Even sitting down was making me woozy, so I laid back on the floor until he got home. I was supposed to take Laura to an appointment after lunch, so we had to call and cancel, and people needed to eat lunch, so Josh took care of all that. After everyone's immediate needs were met, we decided since Josh was going to be home for the rest of the day that I may as well go to the hospital to find out if it was sprained or broken. It was down to a dull throb as long as I didn't move it and wasn't too swollen, but moving it at all was quite painful. Josh dropped me at the hospital and took the girls to get some groceries. Thankfully, the waiting room was not too busy, and I didn't have to wait very long for x-rays or results. The doctor told me that I had broken the distal phalange on my big toe, and that I would have to wear an AirCast for two weeks, and then continue to use it for walking for two more weeks, and to take it easy for the remaining two weeks of recovery. UGH.
And that is my story of how even Stay At Home Moms have workplace hazards. Too bad about our fun plans we had for this week. No indoor playground. No aquarium. No dog visiting preschool. :(
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