Yesterday was Father's Day, and I now have a broken toe. I think. I'm not positive, because it is pointless to go to the doctor for a broken toe because the only thing they can really do for you is wrap it up and tell you to take it easy. And who better to cause it than my dad, today of all days.
So here's how it happened. I woke up and had to go to work at 11, so naturally I get up at 9, get myself ready for the day, and head downstairs to give my dad the to Dallas Cowboys t-shirts I had gotten him. Well, my mom paid and had the idea, because my dad is so hard to shop for. I had picked them out though. He loved them, said thank you, and tried them on, the whole deal of receiving a gift. I went into the kitchen to fill a water bottle and grab something to take and eat for lunch while I worked.
As I was walking out the door, my dad came to give me a hug and say thank you, water cup (the big Tervis ones, like 32 oz.) in my hand. As we pulled apart from each other, his elbow hit my cup and knocked it to the ground, heading for my foot. I tried to move out of the way, but I was too slow. It landed on my big toe, the bottom edge landing directly on my cuticle. I doubled over in pain, tears instantly welling up in my eyes. I'm not normally one to cry (at pain anyway, don't get me started on chick flicks and heartwarming Facebook videos, with dogs, soldiers coming home, things like that). I then looked down to realize that I was actually bleeding. My mom rushed to get some paper towels, wrapped them around my toe and sat me on the couch.
Sitting down, I felt fine. It hurt like hell, but I was okay. My toe nail started to turn a dark blue/purple color from the blood under the nail, but nothing extremely gross. My mom grabbed some bandaids and co-band to wrap it up so I could head to work, and helped me get it all situated. I went back to the kitchen to take some ibuprofen and get a new water bottle, since the other one had cracked. All of a sudden, I got really light headed, so I sat on the ground for a few minutes. My mom started to tell me to call in to work to tell them I would be late, but I insisted that I would be fine. After I had recovered, my mom got worried that I shouldn't drive myself, and insisted on taking me. As I was assuring her that I would be just fine, I felt my face get very hot, very fast, and everything went blurry, light headed again. I took a seat, once again, on the floor and tried to collect my thoughts and calm down. I was now already 10 minutes late for work, not counting drive time. I called my manager to let him know that I was going to be late, but that I was coming.
Once I felt better, my mom drove me to work. As I clocked in, I was still fighting back tears. Once I got to the garden center, I told Shelly the story while bawling my eyes out. I was so embarrassed at how stupid the story sounded, and how much of a baby it made me seem, but it was actually really bad. I worked my garden center shift, wanting to get out of there. At around 3 p.m., I got a call from Rob, Scott's (my boyfriend, if I haven't mentioned that before) uncle. He was inviting us over for a get together at his house, with his wife's son (from a previous marriage), Scott's other uncle, Matt, his fiancée Missie, and her son Hunter.
This made me really happy, like over the moon happy, because he thought to call me when he couldn't get a hold of Scott, because he was at work too. It shows that SOMEONE sees us as a legitimate couple, not one person while the other tags along, like everyone else seems to think.
When I went to text my mom to let her know that I was making plans after work, I realized that she had texted me to inform me about us hosting a barbecue with my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, and my sister. Once Scott was on break, we decided that I would go home and visit my family for a bit, then I would meet him at Rob's house.
5 p.m. rolled around, I was closing the garden center and heading up front to begin the second part of my shift, which was tearing down a sidewalk sale that we were running. This process was a complete mess. I was told by the person in charge of the sale to get help from a manager, who was then busy when I needed him, so he got me another manager that started helping me, but never finished, then there were lose ends that nobody knew how to deal with, and I ultimately got out of there an hour early, but it was still very frustrating.
I was finally home, and my day did a complete 180. I had a bite to eat, I visited with my family, and had a nice time. They left soon after though, because they had been there for a couple hours before I had. I left to head over to Rob's house (making sure to get cookies on the way, like always when I go to someone's house) and arrived just in time for us to head down to the creek behind their house.
Rob's house backs up to some woods, that has a park trail on the other side. They mow a path down to the trail, which then leads to a creek that they like to take their dogs to, so that they can swim a bit. We took their two dogs, Matt and Missie's two dogs, and Tyler's two dogs, along with the four kiddos that where there to swim a bit, and it was a blast! Scott and I didn't swim, but sat on the sand with the others who didn't go in. We still ended up wet though, from all the shaking dogs.
We walked back and sat around the table in the back yard for a while, getting a free light show courtesy of the lightning bugs in the woods, and just talked, laughed, and had a merry old time. Soon, the idea came to light off some fireworks, since they just became legal in Iowa this year (during specific times of they year...). We didn't know that Marion had an ordinance in place restricting these times to even fewer times. We realized it after we had a cop drive past the house (3 times) after we were done for the night.
Even with a bum toe, I managed to have an amazing day with family. You don't have to let small things (or big things that seem small) get in your way of having fun and living your life. Just make the best of your situation, and everything will be fine,
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