Teresa Ford | 10-10-2011 05:02 PM | I hate acorns Most of you read the story about my Rubin getting an acorn cap stuck on his toe. Now they have gotten me. I am serious. Oh excuse typos , spelling or ideas that collide like drunken fireflies in a storm. Because I am enjoying a very legal buzz , of pain pills. For two days it rained so much, I looked up instructions for ' how to build your own Ark. My just right Yorkies, were house bound and getting restless, we missed our usual two mile walk. In Fl. you do not stroll in the rain, it is the lighting capital of the US. We have a tin roof. And as soon as the rain stopped the steady pop, pop, pop, like kids shooting cork guns at the penny arcade. The doggies knew it was finally, thank God, time for a decent walk. Everyone got on their rain coat (just in case) and four leashes were clipped to harnesses and we were off on our walk. Sort of.... It was more like four furry little humpless camels, smelling water after being in the desert. No heel here more like charge of crazy autograph hounds, that spotted Brad Pitt. Then it happened . My feet encountered a pile of acorns, it was like walking on wet ice balls. Nothing was slow motion like you think a dramatic fall should gracefully happen. I went down hard and man, oh man did it hurt. Leashes tangled and four Yorkies couldn't belive I had ended the walk already. God love Gracie and Rubin, they sat patiently waiting to see what would happen next. But the puppies, Ginny Joy and Abba Boy galloped down the side walk dragging leashes through wet leaves, grass, acorns and sandy mud. I tried to get up to grab leashes and heard myself scream AHHHHHH. OMG my knee felt like it was somewhere high in my thigh and well I swear, that knee was giving birth without any pain killers. I called Abba daba doo doo Come. And He did ! I was crying partly because of the pain but also because I now had three of my four safely by their leashes. I was Calling Ginny Joy Come ,come, come sweet girl. She stopped and looked at me. Then looked with the most pathetic longing, down the side walk. Reluctantly and slowly she started coming to me. I was trembling and praying Lord just let me get her leash, I couldn't stand it if she ran into the street. She bounced the last few steps and I had her, just as a truck rumbled by. I kissed her sweet little face and she licked tears. My neighbors grandson was coming across the yard asking Are You ok ? I said "No I can't get up, would you put the doggies in the house please ?" He did and with shaky wet hands I pulled out my cell phone and called my son. My neighbors came over Connie went in and got a kitchen chair and two gangly teenagers helped me up so that I didn't have to put any weight on my left leg, and I sat in the chair. I was wet from the ground and my jeans were getting really tight on my leg. Fast forward hospital ER.wait, x-rays, wait, wait, wait. Dislocated Knee which was popped back in place, and torn ligaments. The doctor joked that it was a football injury that kept players from playing. I didn't care, I just wanted to go home, take another pill and hold my Yorkies. So I am in a brace, from my thigh to my ankle with steel rods. My arm pits are sore from crutches. But most important of all we are piled in the bed, napping ,snacking, and checking out YT on the lap top, safe, dry and there are no Acorns here, not even one. |