Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Shaddy Survives Bloody Attack


My friend, Gully, who lives in Alaska, spends many hours every summer picking up roadside litter. I remembered this when I rode my bike past a heavily littered stretch of road on Sunday afternoon.

When I returned home, I grabbed two large trash bags and drove back to the trashed scene and set to work, cleaning it all up. I found some plastic and paper waste had even blown into the rows of corn.

Unfortunately a sharp strip of molding I'd picked up, punctured the trash bag and attacked my leg. Of course, tough girl that I am, I didn't even realize I was a victim until I saw my leg bleeding. Fortunately, my doctor had given me a tetanus shot a couple of months ago. I didn't request one, he just told me I should have one and the nurse stabbed me before I could faint.

Although, I ended up with only half a garbage bag of litter (honestly, I had expected to fill at least one bag if not two) and received a minor blood-letting wound along with traumatic injury to my lower left leg, my impromptu cleanup campaign was a brilliant success. I'm pleased to report that after I rested heavily for the remainder of the day and got a good night's sleep, I limped in to work on Monday without crutches or assistance of any kind.







Although, I'm dreading it, I expect a call any day now from one or more of the morning shows, requesting an interview. I had my hair colored yesterday to cover the gray and I've packed an outfit but really, I was only doing my part to keep America beautiful. Oh dear, I do so dread the publicity. (Excuse me, darlings, I almost forgot to pack my matching earrings).




8 comments:

Gullible said...

Good on ya, Bloody Shaddy. ( :p ) Just remember, every litter bit helps....

Anonymous said...

LOL!! You are so funny Shaddy. This is great. I'm glad you didn't need those crutches. Those kinds of cuts are the worst too, aren't they? Not unlike having your finger sliced by a renegade rotary cutter (that Russ was using last night that I got my finger in the way of. Ugh).

MEAN MOLDING! I'd press charges if I were you.

Natasha said...

Uhh --- Do the first three commenters get a bag of trash, delivered directly to our homes?

Jana said...

The paparazzi can be such a pain, believe me I know. Once the story of my winning the Edy's fruit bars certificate came out, I've been sneaking around to avoid them. So far, it has worked. But, I know they're out there because they like me, they reallly, really like me.
Your bravery in spite of the injury is impressive. There may be a Lifetime movie opportunity here.

Cheryl Peters said...

GULLY: Every litter bit helps...I like that.

SARIE: I'm sure you were just trying to help when you received your cut, supervising, right? I hope you aren't needing an arm sling until your finger heels!

Your idea that I should press charges is too funny!!!!!

NATASHA: No, no and no again. If you want a trash trophy, you have to do the work yourself. Sorry, but I'm a strong proponent of tough love. And besides that, just think of the exercise you'll will!!

JANA: Our lives may never be the same again!

Beth Westmark said...

Now you've got a red badge of courage for Sunday Shaddy, Bloody Sunday Shaddy. You're commenters' comments are almost as funny as the post itself!

Nice, but a little scary, to have a psychic doctor. . .

Cheryl Peters said...

BETH: I agree, including your comment. My followers are great.

LenoreNeverM♡re said...

Ouch Shaddy!
Glad you had the t shot fm your doc!
HUGS