Really. It is. Quit giggling!
And here I am. Things have happened so quickly! I'm at my new job now, wrapping up the fourth week. Can you believe it? We've moved into a house. The truck arrived just over a week ago, and we've still living with oh so many boxes! Can't find anything.
I made the Big Drive with my mom and my dogs. That was an adventure! Four days on the road with the pups! They traveled well, thank God!
When I left Colorado, I got ris of a lot of stuff. I mean, a LOT. Had to make some bold decisions about what to take and what to leave. I decided that I'm done with heels. I'm not comfortable in them anymore. With my vision challenges, I'm not stable in them anymore. Doughter won't be home again for another year, so she can't take them from me. So...I called Jacob. Who is now living full time as a transgender woman. I will now use the proper pronoun for...her. She came and got the shoes from me. It was actually good to visit with her again. I wish I'd had more time that day, and I was a terrible mess. not so presentable with all the packing and cleaning, but that's the best I cojuld do at the time. I'm sure I was a shock to see and left a poor impression, but I suppose it's too late for worrying about such things.
I had to fly out here and start work well before the truck was ready to arrive at home. That meant spending a few days on my own. I picked a hotel across from my office so that transportation wouldn't be a problem. I found a new eye specialist here and got my monthly injection in the "good" eye, to keep it as good as it can be. When the first day of the new job came, I got up early and had my outfit all picked out. I was nervous, but ready to face the day and start the process of proving myself all over again.
Then, that morning, I had a moment of pure brilliance. Is the sarcasm coming through? I decided I needed to trim my toenails. Great idea. Pure genius.
Because I'm not blind at all....
And I'm not diabetic with a touch of neuropathy in my toes....
I sat down on the bed with my super-sharp clippers. I felt the edge of the nail and lined up the blade.
And nothing. It felt like I missed. I tried again.
And my hand felt wet. So I pulled it away to check.
Blood. Lots of it.
I Nah-fucked it up good!
My neuropathy proved worse than I thought. I felt nothing, but a chunk of my toe was missing. I'd cut into it, deep.
On the first day of work. Blood. Everywhere. I mean, I made a real mess. It was a warzone. Blood stains on the carpet.with each step I took. On the bedding. On the towels. Oh so many towels.
I tried applying pressure. No good. I washed it because hotel carpets can't be the most sanitary of surfaces. The bleeding slowed an hour later, but didn't stop.
I called my mom. I sent her a picture because I couldn't see it clearly. "Yeah, you cut it deep," she said.
"You probably need stitches."
"But it's the first day of my job!"
"You sure can't walk on it."
Shit. I'd have to call my new boss and have her pick me up. I did, and made up some story about stepping on broken glass. I bandaged the hell out of that toe. The stitches would have to wait.
As I went by the front desk of the hotel, I stopped the clerk for a word.
"I want to give housekeeping a heads up," I said. "When they see my room, they're in for a shock and a mess. I'm so sorry. I'm okay, and there are no bodies to find. But I bloodied the place up pretty good, and I'm so sorry."
She appreciated the warning.
That night, a friend of my sister's took me to an ER near where our new house is. The place was bare and spartan and what was there was bolted down. Crime much? The PA who saw me decided no stitches, just skin glue. He put that on, bandaged it up, and sent me on my way. No antibiotics to keep infection away, or any some such. It was probably obvious that I didn't need pain meds. I can't feel the wound, still.
When I changed the bandage the next day, the glue came off with it. Great.
It's been healing nicely, though, over the last almost-four weeks. It still bleeds a tiny bit, but no redness and infection. I'm religious with the bandages.
I'll leave this for now. I have more to tell, but that's another story!