Tap. Tap. Tap.
Where is that coming from?
Then again, a faint scratch and one knock. On the door? I think? It was faint, but persistent. I went to look through the stained glass windows of our front doors and saw…nothing?
Opened the door and lying there ghostly pale and covered in a thin film of sweat, was my Hubby.
“Honey, I cut my foot, I’m going to pass out”. Was what he muttered. Oh crap. have you ever seen that episode of Fraser when Niles Crane cuts his finger while ironing?
Yeah, could be my big man. Every single time he gets a glimpse of his own blood he needs to lie down. Fast.
Turns out Klutzy Hubby came home from a golf tourney all proud of himself for winning a great big trophy, and a great big bottle of Grey Goose Vodka. As he stepped out of his man car he simultaneously dropped that giant bottle of Grey Goose and stepped on the giant shards of glass is created. Ouch! Through the shoe and into his foot. I was greeted at the door by a white faced man and a giant pool of rapidly expanding blood. First aid Mama kicked in. Stopped the blood and got the pale clammy man inside. Once he was squared away I went outside to gather up the boy’s trophy and clean up the glass.
My eyes could not quite comprehend what I was seeing! I imagine this is what a crime scene would look like. Blood drops from the car door to the house. Drag marks from where my poor man had nearly passed out and crawled the last two feet, and then a ridiculously large pool of blood outside our front door. No wonder the man felt faint.
Here’s a question this Mama has never had to deal with before. How on earth does a woman clean up a mess like this one? I couldn’t just leave it! If the kids saw it they would be traumatized, and if the neighbours saw it they would think someone in the house had been killed!
I got out my sexy and reliable rubber gloves, some sponges, a plastic bag, bleach and Lysol. Probably not the best chemical combination as the odours did leave me a bit light headed. After an honest hour of scrubbing you could just barely make out the suburban crime scene. I only gagged a couple of times.
Gotta tell you, this definitely got me thinking. If a cut on the bottom of a mans foot could make this big a mess on a side walk, how do the bad guys do it? Why aren’t more of them caught?
This thing I know for sure, I could never be an axe murderer.
Frugal Vicki says
OMG, I feel faint just reading that
Sue says
While I certainly empathazize with your husband’s injury as well as the HazMat duty that was forced upon you, is it awful to say that I REALLY weep for the loss of the Grey Goose? That’s some good vodka! *sniff*
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yonca says
OhMy..I’m sorry about your husband and also vodka..
woman:confused says
The bad guys totally bolt and don’t have to see the aftermath.
Now, the REALLY bad guys… Well, they are crazy, so you can’t ever really count on THEM for advice on “how”
That stinks about the freak accident/bloody foot thing but I’m glad he’s ok!
Technodoll says
*giggle*
At least his cuts were immediately disinfected 😀
Crazy Shenanigans says
Oh my! I’m glad to hear he ended up being ok!
Day 2 Day Living says
My foot is hurting me so badly right now. When I was younger I broke a mirror and stepped on it. That was the bad luck part. I ended having to go get stitches. Either hubby is really tough, or I’m a big baby. This of course was when I was 15.
Alana, Author of Domestically Challenged says
Tucking this info away… LOL
How nice of you to take such good care of him. Especially if he can’t handle blood. How’d he handle delivery of kids?
The Heaps says
Hope he’s ok. That being said…I laughed a lot at this post. Good to know you will never come after one of your rabid readers with an axe.
Mandee says
Ouch!!!
I’m not sure how you did it, but I probably wouldn’t have been able to stand out there for an hour cleaning up someone else’s blood. Sounds painful! Hope the foot is feeling better today!
Stephanie says
Oh man. I know EXACTLY what your “crime scene” looked like. I pass out at the sight of horrible body injuries, but I helped a friend clean her father’s home one day.
His wife had just died of an alcohol related fall. It was a tragedy. He had been so distraught over her death that he turned to MORE drinking. At 3am, he was walking around his home with booze in a glass. Sure enough, he tripped. The glass shattered first and his left hand landed in it second.
Still being drunk, he wandered around the house looking for towels, paper towels, even going to the bathroom.
While he was having surgery, my friend and I cleaned the house. We could see the blood trails all over. The blood was clotted and hard to mop up. It was disgusting.
Eliza says
Your poor hubby, it’s amazing how much blood there is for a small cut 🙂 I love Frazer, thx for the video.
kim says
love niles! and what a stain you had to mess with. eww.
Tractor Mom says
Men are such wimps! It also floors me just how much blood a person can loose from just little old cuts!
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