My Knights In Shining Armor

Once again I've been a blogging slacker, but in my defense, life has recently taken a turn for the craziest.
To read about Easter and baby animal days, check out my sister's blog.

I'll try to blog my version later, but for now, I have to blog about the worst 24-hours of my life.

**Note: Author was very loopy when she wrote this. Please forgive her rambling, grammar errors, and any other nonsense you find.

Yesterday after I got off of work, I went over to my sister's house to get some yummy leftovers. I played with my adorable Pearl for a while, and then around 8:00 decided it was time to head to the store, and then home. Unfortunately Ford Tough (my car) decided not to cooperate. He wouldn't start no matter how hard I tried.
Luckily, my brother-in-law, Jeff, came to the rescue. Yes, Jeff, you are knight in shining armor #1. He worked on my poor car for over an hour, getting all greased up and dirty trying to fix the starter motor connections. It finally started and off I went. Hopefully my sister likes her man dirty!

After a trip to Target, and Wal-Mart, I hit the road for home. Ford Tough decided he didn't want to put up with the freeway though, so he blew a tire. Yeah, blowing a tire at 60mph is not fun. I know how to change a tire, really, but I panicked. It was the freeway, and 11:00 at night. So I called knight in shining armor #2, Nick.

He drove all the way out to where I was and spent at least a half hour changing my tire. (The jack was not cooperating too well.)

By the time we got home it was 12:30 and we were both exhausted. I relaxed for a while and then decided to hop in the shower so that I had time to go get a new tire the next morning before work.

Our shower downstairs has been having some drainage issues the last week, and is unusable. So I attempted to use the upstairs shower. I don't think it liked the idea very well because as soon as I got in and tried to close the glass sliding door, it fell off the track. As I was holding it in both hands trying to put it back, it shattered. Completely shattered. There is nothing left of it. Glass was everywhere; covering the tub, the floor, the sink, and even managed to make it out into the hallway despite the closed door.

Needless to say, I found myself standing in a pool of shattered glass with no escape route. Immediately panic set in. I spent what felt like a lifetime trying to find some way around all the glass before my knight in shining armor came to the rescue, again. Nick had heard the glass break and came running. He lifted me up out of my glass pool, plopped me down on a towel in the hallway and ran for his first aide kit. Blood was everywhere....EVERYWHERE. It soaked all the way through the folded towel and into the carpet, and was dripping down my legs and arms. I really wanted to post pictures of the mess (awesome!), but Nick told me no.

Nick wrapped up my foot and arm and rushed me to the E.R. Four and a half hours later, I was leaving with six stitches in the bottom of my toe, crutches, and multiple other minor cuts and scrapes. The shots to numb the wound were honestly the most painful thing I've ever experienced (even worse than exploding ovaries). It felt like someone was relentlessly jamming a hot metal rod into the already sore wound. Not to mention the lady who did my stitches was a student, and in Nick's words, "she did a hack job." Yes, I felt the stitches, and yes, it hurt almost as bad as the numbing job.

It could have been a lot worse, and Nick and I are very glad it didn't turn out worse than it was. Nick saved me, twice. He really is my knight in shining armor. Love you babe!

On a good note, Ricco is almost here! YAY!