Terry has started rolling the plowed fields

What that means is he is smashing and breaking down the plowed clumps of sod into nice soft soil.  He likes to wait until we have had several freezes on the plowed fields; softening  the clods so they break down into lovely crumbles.  You can see the crumbles here. He’s checking something (I don’t know what) as I was taking this photo.

Big clumps of hard dirt are hard to work with, those of you who garden understand, so getting the clumps into small loose dirt is the goal.

Everything is going well in the farming department.

My woodpile is getting smaller, chunks of old wood have been sawed into burnable lengths and the the longer stuff left until next fall when we start the wood stove back up again.

All of those things are moving along nicely.  The small setback is myself.  In cleaning up the woodpile I stepped on a 6″ nail, stabbing it about 1 1/2″ into my foot.  (Feet really aren’t very tall, I found out as I pulled the stuck nail out of my shoe and foot).  The  wound bled very well (was sort of a mess) so I thought everything was good.

I continued working until late in the afternoon, came in washed up, decided to soak my foot in Epsom Salts to help the healing process along-which I did for about 20 minutes. And decided that I had better go to the hospital for a Tetanus Shot.

Our Doctor only works Monday through Thursday so I knew I would be directed to the hospital anyway.  Gathering up my information, putting on some soft Crocs I hobbled out to the car and drove myself to the hospital 20 minutes away.  Terry was still in the field but I told him I would fix supper when I got back.  But for him to not worry as Emergency Rooms are actually a very slow process to get anything taken care of.

At the hospital I checked in, showed the nurse, she showed me into a small room, had me get up on the bed, looked at my foot again and went ……….hummmmmmmmmm.  And left.  Back she came with cleaning things and cleaned all around my foot and said the Doctor would be in shortly to check the area.  I said okay, but all I really need is a tetanus shot as I can’t remember the last time I had one….way over 10 years ago, I think.

I settled back and opened my Kindle and started reading.  I sure was glad I brought it along to help pass the time.

Enter the Doctor…we chat for a bit, he sits down and looks at my foot…I told him what happened, requested a shot, and yes, it hurts, top and bottom.

To make a long story short I had to have a small surgery to open the area back up, he dug around for a spell, cleaned out a part of my shoe and rust from the nail and some specks of dirt.

That was Friday, today is Sunday…many shots, pills and pain medication later my foot is still red and swollen. I am sure it is healing as I don’t have to use a cane to walk with today, which is a blessing.  I had to go back yesterday for a check -up and re-clean the area. And I’m now able to wear my own shoe on my foot, instead of Terry’s, if I need to walk anywhere.

A small set back…I’m sure.

Your friend,

Linda