A major ouch

Yesterday I stepped on a Transformer toy in our living room. Dennis has absolutely run out of space to play in his room, and all his new stuff is still in our living room. I believe it was a Dino-bot that I stepped on, and when I checked the bot for damage, I didn't see any. I never thought to check my foot, but it hurt for longer than it should have. And it woke me up this morning, throbbing, and I thought that maybe I should have checked it before being on it all day yesterday. I hobbled to the bathroom and tried my best to twist the bottom of my foot toward the light, trying to focus my bleary just-woken-up eyes on what was apparently a small puncture on my sole. I saw what might have been a black sliver of something or what might have been the beginning of a scab or a line of dirt. I cleaned it, and when I prodded it with tweezers, clear liquid gushed out, sending me into the kind of faint feeling low blood sugar moment that I get every once in a while when donating blood for tests or for needy people. I managed to apply antibiotic ointment and a big band-aid before hobbling to the kitchen in search of sugar. I really thought I might pass out, and I was scared for Dennis. I must have looked terrible because he hovered around, asking me what happened. When he found out it was a Transformer injury, he apologized dozens of times and gave me many hugs. I got over it soon enough, rested with my foot propped up for a while, and then carried on as normal. We worked some in the den, putting all our board games into our new cabinets flanking the fireplace (a hand-me-down from Granddaddy), and then we played outside, shooting hoops and exploring. We spent a nice half hour sitting on our porch and chatting, waiting for David to come home. I love our new porch!! We all do, even (maybe especially) the dogs and cat. Dennis rode around on his little ATV. Somewhere in his room he found a whistle and played coach. He directed me on our basketball court, blowing his whistle to tell me when to shoot, when not to shoot, when I scored, when Lemonade rebounded the ball for us... So it's really no surprise that I had a major migraine tonight. Whistles are SHRILL. But after all our playing, all my work in the den, when David got home, Dennis announced "Mom cut her foot on one of my Dino-bots and she had to be in bed all day long!". Grrrr. He remembers what he wants to, I suppose. I guess he's like my Mommy Time Clock, keeping track of the times when I'm not completely at his beck and call. Good thing he isn't in charge of payroll.