My neck is killing me. It hurts to look left. I must have slept wrong - but whatever the reason - I have a stiff neck.
I should have known . . .
Work was fine. I finished up a project or two before the holiday, but I had to go try on a new wetsuit for cold water diving.
Could anything be worse?!
Yes - you could hurt yourself while trying on a wetsuit.
You read that right - I totally hurt my hip joint wiggling into a sausage casing.
And then I came home already feeling low and not fully up to a run.
My neck hurt, my right foot and ankle still hurt, and now - my hip!
I come in, let the monsters out, and notice dried blood on the floor.
Clean it up thinking that I would have to check them for a split foot pad.
I then find a large pool of it in Mom's white chair.
So I track down the oxyclean and spray the chair.
Now the dogs are at the door and through the glass I see a huge patch of blood on Bobby's shoulder.
I grab him, call the vet, and run for the car.
It turns out he had a quarter sized hole, down to the muscle, in his front, right shoulder.
So after having a panic attack and rallying the troops (ie: the parents, Kat, Laura, and Potential Boy) via phone for support - I get to the vet and find out that he may have to stay overnight and have general anesthesia.
It wasn't a bite, so the little terror is off the hook, but I have no idea what would cause a big ole puncture like that on a dog that size.
But thankfully, the vet was able to give him the stitches using a local anesthesia - so he is home with me.
He has stainless steel stitches to keep him from chewing them out. I have to keep him "quiet" - ya right - and "still" - holy hell!
He has to take pain killers and antibiotics - which means I get to shove these down his throat everyday.
Aye - what day - I should have stayed in bed!
So no running - not signing up for the Turkey Trot, all I want is rest.
Go team go - where's the wine???