Why didn't I just vaccuum

Everyone who knows me, knows I am severely accident prone. In fact, my husband, who is looking for a motorcycle, reminded me several times that he would not let me come close to getting on his or any other type of 2 wheel motor bike (yes, my mo-ped dreams are now CRUSHED!) I have fallen up stairs, dislocated my shoulder by sleeping, walked into walls, etc.......and now I can add stepping on needles to my list. You see....this all starts with procrastination. I have been meaning to get upstairs and wash the sheets in our guest bedroom (2 weeks ago we had a friend come into town for a few days) Yes I said TWO WEEKS. My house cleaning skills has plummeted from Ninja skills to grasshopper skills. So for two weeks, the guest bedroom has been needing a little sprucin' up and a change of sheets. About 3 days ago, I finally got time to do the cleaning a wife like me should do. But once I got up to the room, I had a underlying urge to sew. So I dug through the closet in that room and pulled out (more like strewed out) ALL my sewing gear. After breaking the needle on the machine and loosing one during the switch-a-roo and then of course accidently dumping the container of pins out, I found myself sitting in a landmine. No big deal though. Adam soon called for me to go somewhere with him. So I picked everything up off the floor and set it on the long dresser. He then came in to see what was taking so long. With my cheek pressed to the carpet and a hand full of found needles in my palm, I muttered "Almost done, sweetie". I thoroughly swept the entire vicinity and thought I was good to go. Even he was proud of my attention to the hazards which could have been. Well, today my good wife genes came back. After doing some loads of laundry, the guest bedroom sheets were calling my name. I ran up there to grab the sheets and apparently needles can walk across rooms....or maybe teleport.....I haven't quite completed my investigation. Regardless, the needle went straight into my right foot. There was so much shock at first, I had no idea what the pain was coming from. Once my brain began to function again, I tried reaching for the bottom of my foot to pull it out. Two tries later I finally grabbed it with my nails. Thank God for the manicure I got yesterday! Anyways, I feel pretty woozy right now. I called Adam and he told me to ice it. I figured writing you guys would help me not focus on the pain. It isn't bleeding too bad, but I feel like I might need crutches or something. I guess I probably won't be washing sheets for a while :).