WARNING: This post has a gruesome picture or two on it.
If you have a weak stomach, you may not want to view this!!!
On Sunday at noon-ish, I took my dog for a hike in the woods. I had planned to be out with him for about two hours. We have a great, 4-5 mile loop that he loves and I have to admit, I do too. But, twenty minutes into the hike and everything changed in a heartbeat.
As I crested a hill, I needed to step over a limb that had fallen from a tree.
I expected my leg to be scratched. Instead I was impaled.
GRUESOME PICTURE ALERT!
My immediate reaction was, "Oh Sh*t!" I tried to put weight on my right leg and, yes, pull the splinter out. It wouldn't budge. Oh Sh*t! I thought I might pass out. I grabbed my cell phone and called my son...my husband was out of town this weekend. I instructed my son as to where he needed to come and get me. I am so glad my kids (1) have cell phones, (2) can drive, (3) and can be counted on to rescue their mom when needed.
At our local Prompt Care facility I hobbled in, placed my leg on the counter and asked, "Can you help me or do I need to go to the ER?" They immediately took care of me.
Here's my splinter/Sycamore wood chard
This is my wound today...
|where it is located on my leg|
...and how big it is. I went back for a check up today and the doctor told me since I am young (I was instantly a fan of his) and in good shape (but thinking he might have a little Pinocchio in him) it should heal fairly quickly.
I think my chances of being a leg model are nil though now. Maybe my leg could have a cameo on some tough show like Sons of Anarchy?
I am happy to report that although wicked looking, my leg is good enough to be back out hiking with the pooch once again! :)