This getting up at five in the morning is taking its toll on me. I’m retired, for crissake. I shouldn’t have to be up at the crack of dawn. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. And I’ve got to keep this up for at least the next six weeks. Why? I’m glad you asked.
It all started a week ago yesterday when my wife broke a bone in her foot. How? Well let’s just say that our our rescue dog, a fifteen month old, 70 pound, active and rambunctious mixed breed mutt, knocked her off her feet, literally. Our dog was doing zoomies, explosions of energy that dogs have on occasion, around our backyard. Zoomies are a natural dog behavior that is most often no cause for alarm.
Well, mostly no cause for alarm. But in this case, the zoomies resulted in my wife lying on the ground, grabbing her foot, and crying out in pain after our dog collided with her.
I drove her (my wife, not the dog) to the ER, where an X-ray determined that she had fractured a bone in her foot. An orthopedic surgeon looked at the X-ray and confirmed the fracture, but the good new was that surgery wouldn’t be necessary and nor would a hard cast. She was issued a protective boot (see below), and a pair of crutches, told to stay off her foot, keep it elevated, and take Advil as needed for pain. For about seven weeks!
Before this zoomies incident, my wife used to get up at around 5:00 and take the dog out for her morning walk. I’d usually crawl out of bed a few hours later. But now, as Mrs. Fandango is incapacitated, it all falls on me to get up before the sun and take the dog out for her first walk, not to mention for her last walk of the night at around 10 pm. Every day for six more weeks.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go for a nap now.