Common Sense

Longtime readers know my dog’s name is “The Jesus.” They also know that I get home from work very late, like 1 a.m. So, I got home late last night, fixed myself a glass of tea and got an ice pack from the freezer. Jesus was jumping around being his usual hyper self and my usual self simply walks around him. Keep in mind, I don’t actually walk anymore. I lean on my cane or hobble on one leg to get where I’m going. I was caneless since I was carrying two things, I went around him… and slipped in his dog wee.

I can’t really describe the pain of having the knee which will shortly be undergoing surgery to repair breaking your fall on a tile floor, but it doesn’t leave you with a warm fuzzy feeling. I made a loud enough noise screaming that I woke up my mom and she came to help me. The dog just stared at me wondering what all the fuss was about.

I managed to spill most of my tea on the floor; I managed to land in that, too. And for about five minutes, I couldn’t move my knee at all. It wouldn’t bend or straighten. Kind of scary, even for someone who is already crippled. It doesn’t really look bruised, but the inside feels like crap and I had to take Vicodin and Ultram till I was ready to puke to get to sleep this morning. Plus, I fell asleep with an ice pack on my knee, that helped.

I’m not petting the dog anytime soon.