Careless

So several days ago my roommate FINALLY started painting his house. In the midst of this, he removed several shelves that were by the front door. The pieces nailed to the wall that supported the shelf itself had some pretty long nails sticking out of them. My roommate put these pieces in a plastic bag, and then propped the boards up against the pantry in the kitchen. Let me reiterate that, he moved them to the kitchen of all places. We have a basement, utility room, and garage. On top of this, he put the plastic bag of wood and nails on the floor in the foot wide space needed to get from the basement stairs to the kitchen. I was facing with my back to the bag and tossing an item into the trash, when I lost my balance. I threw my left foot back to catch myself, and slammed it down onto the bag of nails. I managed to not scream, cry, or bleed all over. Instead I hopped to the bathroom and rinsed my foot off. I needed to see if I would be going to the hospital for stitches or not. Thankfully, the two puncture wounds and the two gouges were nasty enough, but not stitches worthy. I sat down, cleaned myself up, lay a pad of thick gauze over my foot, and wrapped it all up.

I spent the next several days on crutches. I had attempted to walk on it, but the pain was unbearable, and I could feel the skin of the gouges splitting under the pressure of my weight. Still, there is a lot to get done for me right now. I have a job interview in... about 9 hours. I also have been preparing for the surprise Florida trip with Red. Red and her husband were a little surprised to see me on crutches when they came to pick me up, but she was amazing at helping me out. We had to hit a couple stores and even though I was morbidly embarrassed, she talked me into a scooter. At one of the stores we hit, the scooter died about halfway across the store. Determined to finish, Red pulled me around the store. It was hilarious, and made me feel a lot better about my predicament. Despite the scooter use, which surprisingly the mall did NOT have, I still have some pretty nasty bruising on my ribs and arms where the crutches rubbed me. I also tore the muscles in my shoulders, since I'm obviously not used to the exertion. Today... er, yesterday?  I took it pretty easy. I can put weight on my foot, it still hurts and I can still feel it kind of pull on the healing cuts. Red made sure to chide me and order me to relax today. Aside from my interview and laundry, I'm just going to relax. The drive to Florida is about 20 hours, so I'll have plenty of extra time to keep healing. Hopefully by the time we hit Florida, I'll be back on my feet, literally. :D

The thing that really bothered me, is that even though I had my crutches propped up against me on the scooter, I still had people staring, or giving me dirty looks. Then at Sam's Club, Red's dad was with us and so we put my crutches in the cart he was pushing. As I rode around looking at aisles for things we needed, I got even more looks, stares, and sighs of disgust. I wanted to just scream. Its not like I'm some punk teenager joy riding. I'm an adult, despite my looks, and I'm injured. I know I look like I'm in my teens, and I realize I don't have a giant cast, deformity, or some other obvious marking of why I'm in this scooter, but STILL.

Yes, I was laughing and giggling with Red. She knew how uncomfortable I was and took every opportunity to brighten my mood. Bless her heart, and screw anyone who thought we were horsing around. I can't imagine PULLING an electric scooter around a store was what she wanted or planned on, but she made it into a sort of game, and while I managed to keep my tongue with those who looked at me sideways, I was not so kind to those who looked at HER that way. She had walked away at one point, and some man was staring at her with this disgusted look on his face, and I just stared at him and adjusted my crutches until he walked away looking vastly uncomfortable. The fact that I didn't say anything shows just how much I've gotten my temper under control.

At this point I'm just feeling pressed for time, but excited. I'm getting a job! :D  I can't believe it, and I'm so happy. I also only have one day til we leave for Florida, two days til I see my Airman. I love him so.

My mother on the other hand is driving me a nuts with her insanity. She asked me today when my trip was, and we were discussing it lightly. Abruptly she asked me if I was going to marry him. I wasn't sure how to reply, I mean sure we've talked about it, and I've thought about it... day dreamed about it even... but not right now. So, not sure what she was asking about exactly, I replied, someday. She said we should get married now. I was completely flabbergasted. I couldn't believe she'd said that, and I really didn't have anything to say ... and she continued, saying we should get married because he's in the military and I would have health benefits and that people get divorced all the time so marriage is no big deal.


... WTF!?  I think I was more angry and offended than anything. The idea that my mother even THINKS I would do something like that appalls me, and her idea that divorce is an inevitable outcome is so damned depressing. She tried to push me saying that I think he's the one, and sure, I do think he's the one I want to marry.  SOMEDAY. A year or two from now, yeah, fine. Right now? No way! First of all, I don't even live near enough to him to see him at any kind of regular interval... secondly, we really don't know each other all THAT well. Well enough to date, sure, but get married? For all we know, we could move in together or something and wind up hating each other. I don't want to be that. I love him and I want to stay with him for a long time. Not just for a while. I still have no idea what to think of her words, they're just so... ridiculous.

/sigh