Monday, June 22, 2009

I'm Growing Mold Between my Toes

Another gray, cloudy day - good for sleeping in. I was snuggled under the blankets this morning squeezing the last of the sleep out of the night when off in the far distance I heard this obnoxious ringing going on. It wouldn't stop - just kept on and on. When I finally rose to the surface of sleep I realized it was my phone and that anybody calling at that hour of the morning meant an emergency of some sort. When I got my eyes unstuck and was able to focus on the clock I realized it wasn't THAT early - it was already 8 a.m. I haven't slept that late in who knows how long.

It was Big Brother calling to chat. Of course when you're in the hospital they have you up at some ungodly hour poking and prodding and getting you ready for the day as if you have somewhere to go. So we chatted for about a half hour. He seemed to be in good spirits, which helps my mental state a lot. He still can't use either arm, so I'm not sure how he dialed his cell phone, but he did. He lays it on the pillow beside his head and puts it on speaker phone and that seems to work quite well. Poor guy is probably bored out of his gourd.

Anyway, I got the clear dope on this surgery that he will be having tomorrow. Apparently it's the bone behind his eyeball that shattered - the one that holds your eyeball in place. The eyeball will have to be removed and a plate placed behind it. If he doesn't have this surgery his eyeball will recede. Not a pleasant thought. At this point there doesn't seem to be any vision loss, so let's hope things stay that way. The thought of having an eyeball removed - taken out of the socket - laying there on the table while they insert a plate just grosses me out. I had to chuckle when Big Brother stated that he hoped the doctors didn't decide to play a game of ping pong with it!! See - I told you he seemed to be in good spirits.

On the mold front - last night when I got in the shower I noticed all this black fungus looking material that seemed to be growing between my toes. It was enlarging as I watched. I thought to myself - I know I didn't get THAT dirty when I was outside working today. Ick. So I grabbed the bar of soap and the wash cloth and started scrubbing but it didn't disappear. Upon closer examination I realized it was black mold!! It rained again all day yesterday. I had started to mow the grass when I came home from church because it was so tall that small children could get lost. When it started to rain I told myself I wasn't going to let a little rain stop me and kept on going until the grass got so wet it just gummed everything up and clogged the chute going to the bagger. Okay - I had to give up. But in the meantime I was wet in places I didn't know I had before. And you know what happens to things that get damp and don't get dried off like they should. It's been so wet around here for so long that fungus has attacked my toes because they're always wet from walking in the grass.

Seriously, Folks, I'm just joshing - my feet are clean - I'm just being facetious. I'm just darn tired of all this water. When I got up this morning the temperature was already in the 70s but the humidity was 86%. Now that's some serious humidity.

So I went out and took a couple more pictures of my flowers before the next rain beats them all to pieces. My rose tree has opened up - the flowers come in clusters and each individual flower isn't real big, but together they make quite an impression. And the fragrance is heavenly.

Here's one of my favorite irises. It's called Temper Tantrum. Maybe that's why I like it. It's not one of the big huge German irises, but I just love how the blues and purples blend.

So another day of wet stuff. Ole is making progress on the ark.
Love Lena


Paula said...

My daughter was complaining about our weather and rain and I told her to stop moaning...she could live in North western Minnesota.

Memaw's memories said...

And you had me really believing something black was growing between your toes! How mean of you.

My brother sent me this Ole joke and even though you've probably heard it before, I couldn't help myself. So here goes.

A doctor in Duluth, Minnesota wanted to get off work and go hunting so he
Approached his assistant. "Ole, I am goin' huntin' tomorrow and I don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of
The clinic and take care of all my patients."

"Yes sir!" answers Ole.

The doctor goes hunting and returns the following day and asks: "So, Ole, how was your day?"
Ole told him that he took care of three patients.
"The first one had a headache so I gave him TYLENOL."
"Bravo, Mate, and the second one?" asks the doctor.

"The second one had stomach burning and I gave him MAALOX, sir," says Ole.

"Bravo, bravo! You're good at this and what about the third one?" asks the
"Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door opens and a woman enters. Like a flame, she undresses herself, taking off everything including her bra and panties and lies down on the table and shouts:
"HELP ME - I haven't seen a man in over two years!"
"Tunderin Lard Yeezus, Ole, what did you do?" asks the doctor.

"I put drops in her eyes."

Capitolady said...

mold in the toes... LMAO! :)

I may actually get a cuke out the garden this year. A first since we have lived here!

Stay dry and try some of that Lava soap!

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