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Thursday, July 2, 2015

It's A Comedy -- and the joke's on me

So, what happened is this:

On Saturday, I took Kona for a walk.  Now Kona is a very sweet dog, very mild tempered and she minds well. She knows her name, comes when she's called, knows the meaning of "no!" and is house trained.  But that's about the extent of it. She does not know "sit", "stay", "wait". And I don't believe she has ever been walked on a leash!

The first time I put a leash on Kona, she dragged me down the alley. This was not fun, especially since she's 91 lbs.  I trained Boomer with a German Pinch collar, so I put that on Kona and decided to start training her to "heel".  It was going pretty good.

So back to Saturday, I decided to walk Kona the six blocks to the lake where there is a dog park. I thought she might enjoy running free with some other dogs.  She was doing real well, so well, in fact, that I got sloppy.

We were crossing the street to the park and I was watching traffic and I wasn't watching Kona. Big mistake. She stepped in front of me and I tripped right over her. And fell. Flat on the ground. In the middle of the street. And Kona, seeing me on the ground, laid down next to me.

No one helped me. Even though there were plenty of people around. I got up, bleeding from my knee and leg, limped across the street to sit down on a park bench.  After catching my breath, we went home.

At home, I realized that my elbow and wrist were killing me.  But I could move both and figured I had just bruised myself badly. I did the whole RICE thing, ice, rest, elevate, etc.  It hurt so bad, I hate to admit that I swiped a couple of Boomer's pain meds.

The next morning, I could not move my arm at all. So I drove myself to the ER.

The last time I was at that ER was with Bob.  Memories flooded me.  Bob in that bed saying "Go home! Go home!" and then I noticed the date, 6/28, exactly one month from his death.  I tell you, I was in tears.

Anyway, got some painful x-rays, and the doc told me that I broke my arm in two places:  at the elbow and wrist.  They wrapped me up in an "immobilization" splint that went from my fingertips to midway between my elbow and shoulder. The splint was bent so that I could not unbend my arm. They gave me a sling. They sent me home with pain meds (which were the exact same pain meds Boomer takes!) and a referral to an orthopedic doc for casting my arm.

Yesterday, I went to the orthopedic doc, who was unfortunately in the same clinic where Bob went for his foot problems. More tears. Including me, sitting in the van, wailing, "Bob, why did you leave me?!!"  

That doc cut off the splint, looked at the exact same x-rays and told me that I did not break my elbow, it was only badly bruised. That there was only a chip on my wrist bone and my wrist was badly sprained.  No broken bones.

I left with a wrist brace. Picked up Kona from the vet where she was spayed. She will definitely need more training with that leash....





6 comments:

Mike Furr said...

I'm glad it's not worse and that you're going to be okay although bruises are as bad as breaks sometimes! Get well soon! I take it we aren't going to see pics of the damage!?!? :)

DebbieL said...

So glad to hear it isn't broken. My shoulder is broken (long story), but I didn't find out for 2 months (another long story). Hurts like crazy. Wishing you a speedy recovery! I am sure it is so hard to go places that are filled with memories. But know Bob is always with you. Big hugs, Diane.

Rebecca Dutton said...

So glad you didn't break your arm. You don't need to learn how to do everything one-handed on top of all the other stress in your life right now.

Lauda said...

But wait....you already broke one arm - so now this is the other arm....which is not broken but chipped....and sprained....are you typing with your toes?

Diane said...

LOL, Lauda, it's the same arm. This is called incompetent doctors misdiagnosing -- and jeepers, thought that only happened with Bob.

And Mike, hard to take a one-handed selfie with my old camera! Sorry, so no proof. I can send you a copy of the bill though!

J.L. Murphey said...

Diane,
Hugs! Give yourself time honey. It's only been a month.