The One About the Fence

Andy took a much needed few days up at a cabin North of McKinney to do some fishing and relaxing. After 2 nights he decided that he wanted to stay one more night but he wanted me to come and spend it with him. Such a doll that husband of mine. Such a doll...

Anyway, here is what Andy did:

And here is what I did:

What you see here might only look like scratches, however in actuality it is 1/2 inch deep puncture wound in the back of my calf muscle accompanied by 3 gashes in my leg and knee. There was an incident with a barbed-wire fence, my hands were too full to catch myself...and as I fell with force of my entire body weight onto the rusty fence, the entire barb decided to settle nicely directly in the back of my leg. 4 days later, the entire portion of my leg is a shade of black that to me would normally indicate a form of the plague. However Dr. Josh Clark at the ER Care Clinic down the street from our house assures me that the maximum strength anti-biotic and emergency tetanus shot that I received on Sunday should take care of everything.

For the Record: I did not cry. I did not return to the cabin. I did not ask Andy to go and get me a bandage to seal up the gaping whole in the back of my leg. I got a piece of semi-clean ice from our cooler and after the bleeding stopped waddled my way through waist high grass only to watch Andy catch one fish after another that of which he had me repeatedly take pictures of.

The 1 and only fish that I did catch was too small to even get out the camera for however I did receive a new nickname from my husband...

Barb