Okay – Tough Day, Part Two.

This is an odd aside, but the front door of my place is locked shut because the lock broke in the door, so I have to shuffle to the back gate to answer the door or accept packages.  On the way, my knee buckled again (I’ve been injured since my Dad’s funeral nearly a year ago – but can’t go to the hospital because people are dying of Covid-19), and this time, I bit it.

Flew across chairs and toppled dishes, good, electronics, about 27 remote controls and the rest as I attempted to break my fall, and ended up with this raging hematoma on my shin.

So now, of course, I can’t walk the dog.  I get a walker to come by and get here, while I hobble around.  Then, as I’m trying to re-arrange the newly cleaned “dog” blanket on the bed, she mistakes my cue and jumps up before I’m ready, with her newly clipped nails using my arm as a “leg-up” to the bed.  Her nail slices right down the length of my arm, like I was being cut open for an experiment:

NOT fake blood — real blood.

(BTW – I have to take a break.. back to that vasovagal response — I need to step away because I’m feeling queasy just remembering it)

Okay – so I’m practically fainting as I look for something to clean up this gaping wound.. I’m pouring rubbing alcohol all over it, then try to tape the wound shut so I wouldn’t need stitches.  So now I have to watch for an infection to see if I need anti-biotics or a tetanus shot or what.

At this point, I’m starving, as I (obviously) haven’t been cooking.  So I place an order through Doordash, and just as my order is supposed to arrive, it gets canceled!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?  I’m bruised, battered, fainting, bleeding and really, REALLY hungry.

So in short, I had a pretty bad day yesterday.  But at least it’s around Halloween time, so my horrifying-scar on my arm and the knee wrap and pirate-like limp will fall in line.

I mean, let’s face it.  It’s par for the course nowadays.  At least I have a roof over my head and a sense of humor about how ridiculous the world seems nowadays.

Remind me sometime to tell you about The Adventures of Frankenfinger.  Now THAT’S a disgusting story!