So last Monday I had a birthday. In many ways it was no different from any other Monday. When I went out my car was a little different than usual. There was a bunch of stuff in red paint on the windows about it being my birthday and hopefully a happy one. Seems the Wonder Slug had decorated my car. I was happy. That was it for b-day celebrating on the 8th. Later, though, to make the day memorable in another way I managed to turn over a book cart onto my toe. Either a large index or the cart itself struck my left big toe right around the base of the nail. It turned blue-gray almost instantly. Meanwhile I reloaded the cart while two small Asian children laughed at me and headed on to the dumpster. Then it started to rain.
Two days later as I limped about my business someone saw the redness surrounding the nail and suggested that it might be infected and that I should see a doctor. That night one of the youth stepped on it, just in case it didn't hurt badly enough. On Friday I went to my new doctor. He described it as a hematoma (hema-toe-ma?) and chided me for not trimming the nail (which, for the record, I was trying not to think about touching) but did not think it infected. He prescribed an antibiotic just in case and told me to soak it twice a day and come back in a week. So tomorrow I'll return to the doctor with an almost painless toe and a nail that is still an interesting shade of blue gray.
Between the birthday and now, I was also taken out for dinner at Bob Chinn's Crab House by my friend Cindee, hosted a poetry reading and viewing of Monty Python's Holy Grail at my apartment on Saturday (missing UK's amazing victory over LSU in the process), taught both jr. high and high school youth groups about God's Kingdom coming with power, and had a generally good time. So it's been mostly a good birthmonth so far with a slight undertow of pain.
Verse of the day:
"Therefore, my beloved, as you have always obeyed, so now, not only as in my presence but much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling, for it is God who works in you, both to will and to work for his good pleasure." Philippians 2:12-13 (ESV)
Random Amusing Quotes:
"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." Benjamin Franklin (from the front of the birthday card given me by EW and DP
"I'd hate for there to be an invisible Haitian in the room." EM (a Heroes-based explanation for why Worm couldn't use telekinesis to retrieve a book from one of our bookshelves)
"We've been foiled!" SW (his response to seeing the Dove chocolate wrapper poetry the Wonder Slug had left on our refrigerator)
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Ya know, ya shouldn't call that person the Wonder Slug. She's nicer than that.
She's a fine person and a good friend. "Wonder Slug" is used as affectionately as her initials would have been, and is not without self-applicatory precedent. No objections to Worm?
Didn't know that one personally--thought it was a character on Heroes.
I can see why you might think that. He's not though.
Under-toe, perhaps?
Sorry about the injury.
And who is Wonder Slug?
I'm sorry Jim didn't call you! If it makes you feel better I forgot my sister's birthday this month also. We stink at remembering things anymore!
Word Verification: wfigzoo: a place you can go to see wfigs in a manmade version of their natural habitat.
Indeed, Becca. It's a real shame to have misspelled my own pun. Anyway, the Wonder Slug is a friend of mine up here whose appellation is taken from her email address.
Not only did I not call you, it didn't really occur to me that you've had a birthday. Of course, at your age this is probably a good thing...
I have been thinking about you however and pondering how I could sneak off "sine familia" to visit you in -- what state is it again?
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