Back in February, I cut my leg on a wire rack at work. I was wearing long pants and the rack did not cut my jeans, but it did scrape about 6” of skin off the front of my shin. It hurt, but I thought little of it until I looked down at my leg and noticed my navy shoes were now purple.
Several co-workers came over to help and we stopped the bleeding but decided I should still go to the hospital to make sure the injury was repaired as best as possible. Before leaving for the hospital, I called my wife to tell her what happened and what hospital I was going to visit. She didn’t answer the phone.
I texted her and there was no response.
Next, I called the next door neighbor and asked if they could knock on the door of the house and tell my wife what had happened. My wife assumed it was a door-to-door solicitor and did not answer the door. In frustration, I contacted my son (who was 300 miles away) and he got in touch with my wife.
I’m still having swelling on that leg most days so I decided to stay at home this weekend rather than attend an event where I would be walking through woods for 8 hours.
Late Sunday afternoon, I was pleased to see I had no swelling on the injured leg. I snapped a photo and sent it to my wife. Somehow she only received a portion of the picture and began to call and text to find out what was going on with my leg.
But I had turned off the sound on my phone that morning and had forgotten to turn it back on. So I never received the texts or calls my wife was making.
Several hours later, I went to bed as my work-day begins at 5:30 am. An hour later, I was awakened by a knocking on the door. Considering it was 11 pm and I was getting up at 4, I ignored the knocking. Not to be deterred, this intruder to my dreams proceeded to unlock the house with a key and call out my name.
I assumed my family had returned home from the event I was supposed to attend, but it was my brother-in-law. My wife had called him to check on me since I was not answering the phone.
The next morning I realized the way the previous evening had gone, I had confirmed ‘karma is a bitch.’
