WARNING: This post contains pictures of blood. (OMW I have always wanted to say that!) No wound shots or anything grotesque, just some DanO blood on a yucky sock in the background. Frankly, I think the dirty sock is grosser (Is that a word? No?) than the blood, but in the interest of full disclosure, I didn’t want it to be a surprise to anyone. (Also, now that I look, the watermark nicely covers most of the sock in both shots. Well done, Adobe Lightroom. Well done.)
Things were humming right along on demolition day this Saturday. At one point we had 8 people swinging sledgehammers, using crowbars, and hauling stuff into the dumpster. Much progress was made and things were looking good.
Unfortunately, right after lunch DanO stepped on a nail that went through the sole of his shoe, through his sock, through his skin and into his foot.
For the record, DanO was wearing both protective eyewear and a dust mask when he stepped on the nail. What I’m trying to say is that we were being safe. You know, when my husband was injured.
It was quickly clear that this wasn’t going to be a kiss it better and move on boo boo. DanO came down from the second story, took of his shoe, and… well… again with the ew.
We wanted to clean up the wound, but apparently I am an under-prepared mom because we had no hydrogen peroxide to speak of in the house. Nor did we have any rubbing alcohol, and I’ll be darned if I let my Malibu rum be poured over some one’s smelly feet.
So naturally we used mouthwash (which is also high in alcohol content) to clean the hole (and I do mean hole).
What? Don’t look at me like you’ve never spent a Saturday afternoon in the bathroom telling your husband to pour Cool Mint Listerine over the hole in his foot.
DanO: You’re going to blog about this, aren’t you.
Thankfully in the days since, his foot has neither turned black nor fallen off (but it does still smell minty fresh). I tried talking him into getting a tetanus shot like, immediately, since he couldn’t remember when his last booster was, but he insisted on wrapping up the hole and going back to work (he got one the next morning).