Once while gardening, I stood up to answer a question my husband asked, went to stick the garden fork in the ground, and it went through my foot!! Right through a leather work boot and out the bottom of my foot! I pulled it out and went inside where veterinarian hubby looked at it, laughed at me (ok, I was laughing too) and cleaned it a little. I put my boot back on and went out to finish what I was doing, but it got annoying sqishing around with blood in my boot.

The next morning it hurt like a bear and started to get red lines going up my foot and ankle. I took myself to the ER and told them about it, the nurse casually put me in a room and left, and I took off my shoe and sock. Over an hour later she came back, took one look at my foot, said "oh my" and put me in a wheelchair, fast tracking me to a curtained area where the doctor saw me immediately.

I had to spend the night at the hospital on IV antibiotics. When I called my husband to tell him, he said "that seems a little excessive" Yikes!!! I have a little funny scar on the top of my foot to remember it by...

Laura