Bummer

I had a major accident getting out of the shower yesterday. Really stupid, but whacked my toe on the metal track for the sliding doors. Pretty sure it's broken, but Michael has said enough about his broken toe that I had no desire to go to the doctor. Besides, I had a 4-H meeting and had to work. So, the 4-H meeting wasn't too bad. No pressure or anything and I could move slowly. Work was a different story. I had taken a couple of orders that no one in their right mind would have taken in the first place, and didn't put very specific instructions because I knew what they wanted. That kinda locks me out of calling in sick. So I called over to explain the situation and that I was sure I could manage those two, but that I was leaving after that. And I certainly was NOT parking in the back lot. Well, Bonnie was sick with coughing type stuff, which you just can't mix with cake, so I was pretty much locked in to a whole day. Not the first time a mom's had to press on. But I still didn't park in the back lot. Bonnie's husband was there and fully willing to fetch the cakes to and from the cooler as I finished them and as people came to pick them up. That was a huge help.
It didn't take long before something else came up. We have really heavy sliding doors on our cabinets, and I kind of missed and slammed my fingers in that metal track. I'm not sure if this knocked me off balance or if there's some other reflex involved, but at the same time I kicked the milk crate stand I use to perch my bucket of frosting. I went down so fast. I could hear people on the other side of the counter but I just didn't care. I just laid there crying for so long. So much for security cameras. If I had tried to swipe some sprinkles they would have seen it, but could they see how badly I needed help?? NOOOOOOO...
Anyhoo... press on. It was only about two and a half hours later when two gals (employees) that I dearly love crossed paths right in front of the counter and simultaneously asked how I was doing. Well, I just fell apart. Diane could really do nothing for me, but Kimmy put on an apron and got to it, sending me out the door. I'm so glad for good friends. Especially when they know how to decorate cakes!
When I got home, my family was really great to me and took really good care of me. Grandpa stopped by with some painkillers, some of which he didn't really understand. Whatever... at least I got some sleep. On the couch with my foot way up on top. Now it's Sunday and I'm actually thinking of going to church without a shower. Just too scared right now and Michael's already gone.
Well, I have some tracks to make and I better figure out how I'm going to make them.
Bye for now and hope you all have a great time in God's House this morning!