I'm going to kill my Giant Schnauzer!
Yesterday-when my hubby was gone to an adult scout function(he is a 56 yr. active Boy Scout) I came down from upstairs and turned the corner to walk into the kitchen. We have large ceramic tile from the front door through to the kitchen..my giant schnauzer decided to come with me, BUT he also decided to stop right in front of me to turn and see if he was still in front of me. Well, yeah I was....and I tried to stop and get around him, to no avail. As I started to see the world tilt I'm thinking, oh crap this isn't good and I am going to kill that dog if I can get to him.
A slight background for you. You all don't know that I am fused from T9 to my sacrum. I had three lower discs replaced with cages and screws 7 years ago. The day after the 8 hour surgery they came to get me up. I expected the pain due to the difficulty of the surgery. But when they got me up and I told them to stop because something broke, something was WRONG, they didn't listen. They got me up to walk twice a day and to sit in the chair...with a broken back. My surgeon was gone for the week so no one was really listening to me. When he returned, this became a crisis as they found out that I had a broken back. One more 7 hour surgery, and I am now fused from T9 (about where your bra strap is) to my sacrum with two 15" titanium rods and 20 screws...the BIG screws. . I don't bend, I can't twist and a whole lotta other things. It also affects my balance.
Sooo, as I hit the tile floor on my left hip, shoulder, and knee and I took an additional bounce, I'm thinking that this may be a loong day as hubby is gone and there is nothing close that I can use to pull myself up with. The pain was so intense that I managed to roll onto my stomach and lay and moan for about 10 minutes. The whole time the dog was grumbling and growling at me and the other pup (a giant schnauzer/Irish Wolfhound mix) was trying to see what was wrong. I am wondering if I have done anything that is going to precipitate a call to my PM doctor, and if that I would end up somewhere besides the floor at the end of the day.
I managed to get on my feet (through no help of the dogs) and got back up the bedroom where I laid as still as my legs would allow. My hubby was due home to pick me up to go #1GS first Cub Scout blue and gold dinner. This would have been fine if the seats hadn't been those that are connected to to table....and that I slid off the seat down to the floor on the bad leg yet again.
We made it home and I made it into the hot tub where hubby found me asleep 45 minutes later. He pushed and shoved me into bed where, I was informed, I moaned and cried the night through. I spent today in bed and didn't surface until 2 pm. I am still extremely sore, but guess that I will manage to survive. The dog acts like it wasn't his doing....but what do I expect? He's a dog....a male dog !
i have a boo boo........
Yesterday-when my hubby was gone to an adult scout function(he is a 56 yr. active Boy Scout) I came down from upstairs and turned the corner to walk into the kitchen. We have large ceramic tile from the front door through to the kitchen..my giant schnauzer decided to come with me, BUT he also decided to stop right in front of me to turn and see if he was still in front of me. Well, yeah I was....and I tried to stop and get around him, to no avail. As I started to see the world tilt I'm thinking, oh crap this isn't good and I am going to kill that dog if I can get to him.
A slight background for you. You all don't know that I am fused from T9 to my sacrum. I had three lower discs replaced with cages and screws 7 years ago. The day after the 8 hour surgery they came to get me up. I expected the pain due to the difficulty of the surgery. But when they got me up and I told them to stop because something broke, something was WRONG, they didn't listen. They got me up to walk twice a day and to sit in the chair...with a broken back. My surgeon was gone for the week so no one was really listening to me. When he returned, this became a crisis as they found out that I had a broken back. One more 7 hour surgery, and I am now fused from T9 (about where your bra strap is) to my sacrum with two 15" titanium rods and 20 screws...the BIG screws. . I don't bend, I can't twist and a whole lotta other things. It also affects my balance.
Sooo, as I hit the tile floor on my left hip, shoulder, and knee and I took an additional bounce, I'm thinking that this may be a loong day as hubby is gone and there is nothing close that I can use to pull myself up with. The pain was so intense that I managed to roll onto my stomach and lay and moan for about 10 minutes. The whole time the dog was grumbling and growling at me and the other pup (a giant schnauzer/Irish Wolfhound mix) was trying to see what was wrong. I am wondering if I have done anything that is going to precipitate a call to my PM doctor, and if that I would end up somewhere besides the floor at the end of the day.
I managed to get on my feet (through no help of the dogs) and got back up the bedroom where I laid as still as my legs would allow. My hubby was due home to pick me up to go #1GS first Cub Scout blue and gold dinner. This would have been fine if the seats hadn't been those that are connected to to table....and that I slid off the seat down to the floor on the bad leg yet again.
We made it home and I made it into the hot tub where hubby found me asleep 45 minutes later. He pushed and shoved me into bed where, I was informed, I moaned and cried the night through. I spent today in bed and didn't surface until 2 pm. I am still extremely sore, but guess that I will manage to survive. The dog acts like it wasn't his doing....but what do I expect? He's a dog....a male dog !
i have a boo boo........
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