Okay... shocker 2 blogs in a row! We just got back from Arkansas... which I really liked btw... I shot Amy's (Scott's sister) wedding in Eureka Springs (we stayed in Fayetteville though - that is the place I really liked). found out the last day we were there that I was only an hour from Coursey's smokehouse :(
I have another wedding to shoot in a week and a half... business is picking up. Too bad it is weddings and not portraits... anyway... this has nothing to do with splinters.
On with the blog...
Why I hate splinters
Okay so when I was young (2nd grade ish) we had a wood deck in the back with a jacuzzi. The water lover that I am, spent countless hours in the jucuzzi. Periodically I would get a splinter and it would have to be removed.
This was not a thing I enjoyed. Sometimes it would come out when I took my bath... which was fine of course. Other times my mom would have to get out the needle and tweezers - this I hated!
One day I got a splinter in my foot and decided to keep it to myself to avoid being a human pin cushion. Maybe it would work itself out in the tub I thought.
It didnt!
Days went by... dont remember how many... and it was starting to become bothersome. However, now that it hurt to walk on, I really couldnt tell mom about it. I knew a needle on already hurting skin would be even less "fun" than normal. So I would walk funny to not hit the sore spot... that is of course till I was around mom. When mom was looking I carefully walked as normal as possible - she COULD NOT find out!
One day while I was vacuuming (one of my chores after school) mom came in without me seeing/hearing her. Limp limp as I pushed the vacuum cleaner... all the while being watched by the ever seeing mother.
"Show me your foot!" I heard - quickly flattening my foot to the floor to make it appear normal.
To which I responded, ever so intelligently, "Huh?"
"Show me your foot!" she said again...
think fast.... I thought. Which I did (I was a smart child) - and I lifted the non hurt foot for her inspection... I am sure I had that look on my face like "see there is nothing wrong crazy woman - let me finish my chores becuz I am such a good child who never lies".
I didnt even get the foot all the way up to show her before the words "the OTHER foot" came out of her mouth.
Great! I was busted!!
So I showed her my foot trying to prepare myself mentally for the needle that would soon be coming.
Quess what? I did get a needle.... it was between my toes to numb my foot so the KNIFE could remove the splinter. Yep - I said knife.
Did my mom yield that knife you ask?
Nope... the emergency doctor I went to did.
Apparently the mark running up my leg, that looked like I had drawn on myself with a red highlighter, was what is known as a red streak. These things make it to your heart (from what I understand) and you go bye bye. Blood poisoning.
I hardly had time to show my mom the correct foot before she saw the streak and we were off to the doctor. I screamed bloody murder the whole time we were there even though my foot was numb so there is no way I felt anything.
Since that day I have become the go to person when people need a splinter removed. I am a pro I tell ya. I can get a splinter out of the worst cry baby without making them hurt. Although I must admit a safety pin is not nearly as nice as the needles my mom brought home from the doctor for me years ago. I still wonder how she got them... I mean how many doctors will give a mother needles for her child these days - lol! They were great... super small on the end and super sharp... they worked like a charm every time. they are long gone... but the memory remains :) anyway... splinters dont last very long in me anymore. Infact I always have a safety pin and tweezers in my purse for this very purpose...
Now you know... dont you feel a little closer to me now? :)
Stay tuned for my next blog... "These boots are made for walking"
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