Mouse poop, a car accident, the ER
The day started off like any other day. I was in my stepmother’s basement (I will NOT be doing a wicked stepmother story – this time) and was helping Henry remove the old 12×12 fiberglass/paper ceiling tiles. Being tongue and groove, sometimes when you take down one, a half row falls. I was not too concerned about the debris that was falling from the tiles because I was wearing my glasses and a mask; at least not at first.
Well, then the inevitable happened, Henry grabbed a tile and I grabbed a tile further up and a whole row fell at once. And, eww, eww, eww, there was a dead mouse carcass (just the bones), lots of shredded up insulation, and a TON of mouse poop. Now, this would not have been bad except for the fact that I was not wearing a hat so it landed on my head, in my hair, some went behind my glasses, and eww again, some slide down my shirt (I had on a v-neck). I was jumping around like some prima donna who had broken a nail. Henry and I were coughing and spitting (okay – there may have been a little laughter) and saying a few “craps.”
After this little episode we decided to clean up for the day. I was looking forward to my hot shower. I was going to wash that stinky poop off the minute I got in the house. NOT.
On the way home, in the rain, I had to stop when traffic in front of me slammed to a halt. Luckily, I had plenty of room so I was okay. Again, NOT. The guy behind me slammed into me, driving me across the busy highway, through the median strip and right up to the edge of oncoming traffic. My seat broke and I was flung forward until my seatbelt snapped me back. I heard something “pop” in my back and the world stood still. To make a long story short I ended up going to the ER on a back board. (FYI – I’m okay, sore and in PT, but ultimately I will recover).
Now, the mouse poop was an issue again. I was lying strapped down in the ambulance when I remembered I looked (and probably smelled) like someone had “done it and ran.” I begged the attendant to check my hair for mouse poop but he told me that he was more worried about my back and not to fret because they see “stuff” all the time. What? I have on clean underwear but I have mouse poop in my hair and probably stuck in my bra somewhere. Come on. Can’t you give me a break and just pick out the little pieces so I don’t have to explain to the ER doctor? Nope. I was on my own.
Now you know what mouse poop, a car accident, and the emergency room all have in common. The ToolBox TomGirl.