Well, as you have no doubt noticed, the universe has been “testing” me for the past two years. Every time I think I’m starting to get ahead, something else happens. Over the past two years if I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have ANY luck at all. At this point it’s almost comical. In times like this it’s good that I have such a twisted sense of humour and can laugh at myself.
A few Saturdays ago was the PERFECT fall day to take my dawg to the dog park. I had nothing else planned for the day so I was planning on running Cash until he was exhausted. This trip to the dog park got off on a bad foot as soon as we got there. Just inside the gate to the park (Cash wasn’t even off leash yet) a black dog ran up to Cash and was going for blood. I had to physically separate the two and Cash was cowering between my legs. It took all my strength to keep this snarling and determined dog away from Cash before a couple of people ran over to help. No idea where the owner of this dog was…. Cash was shaken but thankfully not physically hurt. He can still be kind of tentative and nervous at the dog park when there are a lot of big dogs playing rough, so he was very clingy to me. But despite this initial rocky start we kept going since it was possibly one of the last nice days we were going to have.
The walk was going well! Cash seemed to have recovered from his initial shock and was having fun enjoying the sights and smells as we made our way around the park. He had even found a couple of dogs he really connected with and really got in to the playing. Since it was such a beautiful day pretty much EVERYONE and their dog (pardon the pun) was out at the dog park that day. All of the dogs seemed to be super charged and running around with more vigor and enthusiasm than usual. Cash and I were walking along, Cash looking for another dog butt to sniff, when all of a sudden…. BAM!!! I was laying on the ground seeing stars feeling like someone had just taken a sledgehammer to my head. I could feel that Cash was right beside me trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened. I remember hearing people running over and asking if I was ok. I remember seeing the sky and clouds, and trying to put a coherent thought together. It was like I had blinders on. I could see straight up, but nothing in my periphery. I knew there were people kneeling down around me asking questions, and I was vaguely aware of someone holding my hand. Cash kept licking my face and nudging me with his head but someone kept holding him back. As soon as I had recovered enough to speak, all I could say was “There’s a screw…. and it’s BROKEN already”. Someone called 911 and a nurse who had been walking her dog came to help. I explained that I had previous back surgery and had broken some of the hardware in an ATV accident and was waiting for surgery to fix it. I was also worried about what to do with Cash since I was walking him by myself. My usual go to rescue people were either busy or out of town, so I had no choice but to call Mr. X. Luckily our relationship is friendly enough that I COULD call him for help.
The ambulance came, I was stabilized on a backboard and I vaguely remember being wheeled to the ambulance. I vaguely remember joking with the paramedics as they started the IV and took my history. Even when I’m concussed and confused I have a borderline inappropriate sense of humor… Maybe they thought that it was a result of hitting my head?! I remember being in so much pain that I was sobbing and yelling every time the ambulance hit a bump. No amount of morphine even touched the pain, and I was NOT a happy camper.
Long story short, they did a whole bunch of tests, and they showed that I had not done any MORE damage to the broken hardware in my back, my neck was not broken, and there were no bleeds in my brain. Pretty much the BEST outcome I could have asked for. So I left with a mild concussion, mild whiplash and in a hell of a lot of pain, but at least I WALKED out. If the broken screw had shifted even a little bit I could have lost all feeling in my legs, again. One good thing about all the shit I keep facing is that I really am able to see the good in pretty much any situation, and I am thankful for what DID happen. I know now how lucky I am to walk away from these things “relatively” unscathed. I know that things could always be worse, and I still have so much to be thankful for!!
I had a pretty crappy couple of days of being heavily medicated and unable to move from the couch, but once again, I was incredibly humbled by the outpouring of support by my friends and family. I had numerous people bring food over for me, and lots of well wishes from loved ones. And I was so thankful that I wasn’t having to try and take care of my kids for a few days. I really thank goodness for small miracles these days!!
Funny side note; Cash has not really warmed up to Mr. X…. (Good Dog!!! ;-P) and apparently Cash did NOT want to go with him when he got to the dog park… He (Cash) dug his heels in and refused to get in the jeep. It took a lot of wrestling and another guy to help to get him in the jeep. I don’t know why, but this is incredibly amusing to me!!