Today, I went and had my booster shot for people with chronic health conditions. The woman administrating it looked at my birth year and said, “Why are you here?” I responded, “Stroke survivor.”, “That’s good,” she said, and then corrected herself, “I don’t mean good in that way.”. Afterwards, I thought, no she was right the first time, I am a survivor, that’s good.
When I got home, I decided to go mushroom foraging with this dog I now have. As I am not instinctively a dog owner, I don’t think, I’ll take the dog out for a walk, I think instead, I’m going for a walk, so I might as well take the dog. There is a rather clear distinction here for me.
We went for a good walk. She got muddy paws, and I breathed in the fresh country air. All worthwhile. She got rather muddy paws, so I let her dip in the duck pond to wash off all the mud.
I was just about to get home when all of a sudden I felt myself lifted from the ground. I flew through the air, and landed directly on my shoulder onto stark gravel. My feet actually left the ground, with the sharp impact all being focussed on my shoulder when I crashed down. I let out a loud grunting, yawp which my partner heard from inside the house. “Are you all right?” she called.
Am I all right? Crikey. I didn’t have a moment to react. I was on the ground faster than I could even turn my head to realise what had just happened. This dog had spied a peacock. The peacock had darted, and Molly (the dog) took chase. Her velocity was so increased that my feet left the ground. It was just like Looney Tunes, or Whacky Races. I near started to panic because my stroke was trauma caused, my neck had been compromised.
Upstairs, I lay on the couch and requested large quantities of brandy. My partner is going out tonight to see the fireworks. I am currently in bed, now writing this ode to pain. At last, a pain that isn’t associated with my brain. Although, it hurts severely. I have previously endured two cracked ribs because of this pup, possibly now, a fractured shoulder. My cats aren’t capable of such antics, yet, I enjoy this dog too.
To be frank, I am looking for sympathy, I am in a lot of pain.
By gosh, I flew. Special medicine limited, wife won’t allow it.
, anyhow, there is a brilliant track by Harry Nilsson, put the lime in the coconut …
) fractured his when he missed the last 2 steps on the stairs. That was a couple of years before his stroke. He refused to go to A&E for 3 days and narrowly missed needing it operating on. His arm was in a sling for 3 months and he never fully regained total movement. As your balance post stroke may be affected please take care.
