OK I wasn't going to tell this story but maybe I can show I really do sympathize with you.
I will try to keep it as short as possible. I have worked construction all my life. In 1995 we had an impending hurricane headed to our area! So we were actually rebuilding beachfront homes between hurricane Erin and Opal here in NW Florida, in 1995!
They hit almost three months apart. When it was determined that Opal was indeed headed our way we went to board up and clean-up mode on the beach at several of our job-sites. Well if you have ever had a dumpster on a construction project, EVERYONE wants to use it! A company that had been cleaning the AC ducts in some of the units we working on had used some kind of powder chemicals that they blew into the ducts to kill any mold that had begun to grow after Erin. A cardboard box with a plastic liner that had contained such chemicals had been thrown at our dumpster. While cleaning it up I picked it up and probably a cup of the powder left in poured out onto my shoe. "Dang it", I thought I got that crap all over my one foot!:31:
Not thinking much of it I stomped my foot and got the majority off of it. I was wearing a leather / canvas hiking boot and their was now a big spot of powder on the material. We worked all day till late in the pouring rain ahead of the approaching storm boarding up many places on the beach. By the end of the day my foot had gotten very burn-y feeling.
I got up the next morning in near squalls of rain and knowing time was short I put on a socks and shoved my now so very sore foot into a boot. I boarded my house as well as two others in my neighborhood for friends. When I came in about 10-11 that morning and pulled of my now soaked clothes and shoes the foot from yesterday was hurting extremely bad.
The sock on that foot seemed to be stuck and when I finally peeled it off, skin on my foot came off when I removed the sock and it begin to bleed.
I could not get too a doctor that day as the storm was nearing landfall and the next morning after the storm I went to the ER. They told me that I had second and third degree burns on my foot. Whatever that was in the box had given me chemical burns and that I had to take it easy and debris the wounds 2-3 times a day, (that was all sorts of fun), as the wound was now infected. Well sleeping in the bed wasn't working so I camped out on the couch!
In the middle of the next night I get up to go to the bathroom and on the way back the cane they have given me to assist me in walking gets tangled in a rug in front of the couch. A rug I had already once moved and the wife put back later that day.:les: So now with the cane tangled I made a lunge trying to hit the couch in effort to protect the burnt sore foot. The rug now slides and I slammed my other foot into the leg of the couch, and broke three toes on it!
So for the next few days at least it was an "OH SHOOT" moment anytime I had to get up. I was now laying on the couch with one foot burned and half infected and the other purple and swelled near twice its size! After everyone got through laughing at me they were fairly nice too help out. Except I think my kids were charging admission to their friends to comes see stupid. I would be asleep and wake up too see another neighborhood kid standing and looking at my feet and snickering or outright laughing. My daughter still to this day seems to draw a weird since of pleasure in telling this story!!:1:
SO BROTHER I CAN FEEL YOUR PAIN!:what!:
Teddy