Happy Anniversary

Alright, I know that I didn't post a blog all last week, and when you hear the story of why you might take back all those mean and frustrating thoughts you had with me in regards to not supplying you with ample daytime entertainment. So, it was a week ago today. It was a day, just like every other day, or so I thought. I got up, got to go run errands. Found the black flats I've been looking for for months, which were on sale. And since it was such a nice day, decided to head home to take the little one out for a run. It was our running week after all and since the weather has been taking it's sweet time to turn warm, we have to take advantage of every opportunity of warm weather we get. So, I strapped Scout into her harness, loaded up my Pandora and Cardio Trainer and headed out into the beautiful day. Ran our first .1 of a mile down our street. Headed another 499 ft down our main big hill. I've mentioned this beast before during the winter. Turned left and headed the next .2 miles towards the main road. It was about another .2 miles into our .6 mile stretch onto the path where I noticed a man with a wheelbarrow. The first and most important thing that I noticed was that he was coming towards us, but that he was slowly making his way into a hidden driveway. Since we already had cars on our right, the spacing issue was a little tight, but I honestly thought nothing of it. We continued our run and the man was no where in site. Or so I thought. Now, for those of you who have not met Scout, or haven't seen her since she was a wee lass, let me tell you a few things about her that are important to this story before I continue. 1. She is 60 pounds of pure muscle. 2. She's about as fast as lightening and will pull you forever. and most importantly 3. She gets spooked WAY too easily. The reason I explain these particular traits in her is because at this short distance into our run, we were easily going about an 8:30 mile. Which is pretty fast. Apparently, with earphones in, you cannot hear the creepy wheelbarrow man who was in the clearing right above the hill. Scout has absolutely no idea what's going on there, I have no idea what's going on because I'm in the "zone" she literally stops right in front of me, I, in what I can only imagine is pure cartoon fashion, fly over and on her at an alarming rate. On the main road, I am lying flat down on my front side in absolute, pure panic. I have no idea if I just broke my dog or myself. And I don't know if I want to get up because I can only imagine if someone actually saw me do this. Of course I am explaining this in a lighter tone than I felt last week because it took me a week to look back and be able to laugh about it. As I slowly get up, I check to see that Scout is eager and ready to continue our run, while I look down at my hands to notice Alexandria CSI. It looks as if I've murdered someone with the amount of blood that is just gushing out of my body. The worst part is, I know that it's coming out of my left wrist, but because I am in such shock, I have no idea where else it's streaming from. In what I can only imagine is one of the nicest people on the planet, pulls her car around to ask me if I was okay because she saw the whole thing. Holding back buckets of tears I really don't know, but tell her that I only live around the corner so I'll be okay, but thank you. What I should have said was, could you please drive me and my dog up the street because I'm not sure I'm going to make it. In what turned out to be the coldest and longest 5 minute walk of my life I'm still trying to figure out what hurts. I literally cannot stop bleeding from my left wrist and I'm pretty sure that something is broken because I cannot, for the life of me feel my fingers. It could just be because it's cold, but I've never felt anything like this. I finally make it in the door and don't know what to do. I feel like I've regressed back to the age of 7 and only want my mommy to take care of me. Luckily, she was home. We immediately got the peroxide and went to work. I don't think beer has as much foam on the top of it as my hand did. The worst part was, I couldn't feel it and it freaked me out. It wasn't until the second pour when I felt the stinging sensation down to my core. No matter where you were in the world, I have a sneaking suspicion that you heard me scream last Monday. That little effer hurt. So, as we were cleaning up my hands, I felt this terrible pain in my knees and shoulders. Upon inspection, we find out, yup, I got those too. The crazy part is, they were opposite knee and shoulder. Now I really want to know what this fall looked like! Well, as my body started to warm up from the frigidness of outside, the onset of other pain started to set in. I sat down at my computer to do some work on an event I was handling the next day and noticed that I couldn't set my left hand down without pain coursing through my body. I couldn't tell if there was swelling, but I knew that something was definitely wrong. I couldn't touch it and I definitely couldn't move it. I kept thinking, oh no, I've gone 33 years of my life without breaking one bone and now I've gone and broken my wrist falling over my dog. This has to be a joke. But no, the pain just kept getting worse as the day progressed. Upon taking a shower, there was no way I could wash the entire right side of my body because my wrist was just not working. And forget about washing my hair, that part was just not happening. I thought I was actually going to shed tears when I went to put my bra on. If you boys think you have it rough when you can actually see the darn thing, try having your left wrist out of commission and figuring out a way of getting it behind your back without twisting it. I say impossible! Well, out of pure fear, I decide to not go to the doctor yet. Although at the very least I probably should have iced the poor thing down, I wait it out. I knew I had another doctors appointment today and if it wasn't better by today, no use wasted a co-pay, right...(nervous laughter) Well, might put not icing my wrist down as one of the dumbest things I could have not done, because I never slept that night and coincidentally, neither did Scout. Apparently in our fall, I landed on her so hard that she has an abrasion on her left "arm" where the hair has actually ripped out of it and left it bald. She was in so much discomfort that she was up all night licking her wounds. We were a tough pair, that's for sure. So, after a night of no sleep for both of us, I get out of bed the next day, to head into a two day bender of an event. I have no idea how much use I'll be with one arm, but I had to suck it up. With a quick stop by CVS for a wrist splint, I try to get as much help as I can with this thing. Instantly I feel better because this little loosy goosy thing isn't moving all over the place. I still don't have full function of all my fingers, but that's besides the point. I'll take baby steps any chance I can get. That night was another restless one without much sleep, but the next day I tried the little ice trick and it changed my life. Although it was the coldest thing I've ever felt for 20 minutes it did all the good in the world to make myself feel better. So now, a week later, the band aids have finally come off, but the scars are terrible. The wrist splint is no more and I'm finally bruising. Oh, and now I can type, so there's that. We're going to give it another go this afternoon and try running with Scout. I feel like there is no possible way lightening could strike twice, but with my track record, one will never know. Wish me luck!!!