Spent the better part of y’day and this morning at the Mayo Clinic’s ER.
I fell face-forward on the tiled floor. Reflexively stuck out my left hand as I was going down. Whacked the Hell out of my hand. Busted the humerus, one of the long bones of the upper arm. Apparently didn’t break anything else (to my surprise). But oh!
Hurt? Lemme tella HURT!
And hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt… Holy mackerel, it hurts!
The little dog is accustomed to sleeping on the bed. But she’s too small to jump up here by herself: she has to be lifted.
They told me not to lift her onto the bed. (They who have no clue to what a corgi is…) So of course I’ve been lifting her onto the bed.
Just now: Slipped. Lost my footing. Dropped the dog. Wrenched the arm, And HURT!!!!!
Oh Dear GOD did that hurt.
This elicited a sky-splitting shriek of agony. Terrorized the little dog. She now refuses to come out from under the toilet.
That may be just as well. At least she won’t be out here banging on the bed trying to get up.
I don’t think Ruby got hurt. But I sure as hell did.
Ohhhhh well… The worst of the screaming pain has about subsided
And hallelujah, brothers & sisters, Amazon carries little staircases to help a small dog climb on the bed!
heee! Have you ever seen such a thang?!?
I’m thinking that tomorrow, if I can drive (highly questionable), I’ll run over to the nearest Petsmart and grab one of these for Ruby. Failing that: order it up from Amazon.
Dunno, tho… Amazon shows several models that are cheaper. Oh, well. There’s plenty of time to think about that.