Sometimes being preoccupied with thoughts of work brings negative “schtuff” directly into your life. On Thursday, I ran home to go to the last women’s basketball game of the season and hurried Izzy out for a quick walk. I’ve walked up and down the driveway at my house a million times, but this time, I was so into the thoughts in my head that I paid no attention to where I was walking. Right into a hole I went. Left foot bent at an unnatural angle, and as if in slow motion, I went down–thinking only that I had to hold on to Izzy–smack, crack. Right knee.
And suddenly couldn’t get up. Yup, the old commercial: “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” Only I was in the driveway. It was 28 degrees, the wind was blowing, the sky was grey, and no one was around. Izzy whined and sniffed around my legs. I started shaking uncontrollably. Whimpered a little. Tried to move my legs, but they wouldn’t even wiggle. Shit, I thought. How was I going to get to the phone? How many times had people told me to bring my cell phone with me when I went walking? And, shit again. I was going to miss the game.
Ten minutes later, I dragged myself to a standing position though the pain shot through my left ankle and my right knee. I was close enough to the car to grab the bumper and used the car as stability to get back to the house. Once inside, I called next door, but no one was home. Called a friend at work, but he didn’t answer. I desperately needed someone to take me to Urgent Care. Finally, called my friend Peggy and within moments, she was at the house. I left a message for my next door neighbors to please walk Izzy.
Two hours later, x-rays showed a sprained ankle and a badly bruised knee, but no breaks. Thankfully. Peggy took me to CVS to get some pain meds and Ibuprofen, then home. My friend from work brought over a pizza and helped that night, and my neighbors/friends, Deb and Danny, have been walking Izzy and helping me ever since. I don’t know what I’d do without my friends!
What Izzy can’t get used to is that we haven’t been taking our walks anymore. He’s been going with Deb in the mornings, but before Deb comes over, I put Izzy on a leash/rope into the back yard. He sits at the back door and peeks in through the window. Doesn’t move. Until this morning.
Deb called in the back door when she came to pick him up. “Yoo hoo! Your pup is having a good ol’ time out here.”
I hobbled into the kitchen and saw her holding Izzy tight on his leash at the back door. “What’s he doing?”
“Digging! He’s got a good sized hole started out back.” She pointed to his tell-tale mud-covered paws. “He needs to be wiped off before he comes in.”
I found a towel, we wiped him off, chatted a minute, and she took him for a walk.
While they were gone, I started catching up on some writing I haven’t been able to do. All I’ve done for the past three days is watch TV. Izzy has been good at keeping me warm and giving me love, acting like the Nurse Dog he is. But I’m sure that’s boring for him. He needs to walk.
Hopefully, the ankle will be strong enough to move around a bit more today. My knee is a lot better, though still a little sore and I won’t be able to kneel on it for a while. I have to get better so I can go for walks with Izzy again — or I’m going to end up having more holes in my back yard than in the driveway!
In the meantime, he’s holding down the bed for me . . . .