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One Gimp, Two Gimp 1

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Gotta watch that last step, Mom.

It happened two weeks after our cross country move. I sauntered down the stairs in our new place and stopped on the last step to give my hubby, Gary, a hug. Shortly after, we parted to go in different directions.

I turned to go right and . . . SCREAM!

My husband turned to find me on the floor clinging to my left ankle.

I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Get ice. I think I broke my ankle.”

Somehow, instead of stepping down on the bottom of my shoe, my foot turned. I felt a snap, crackle and crunch. That was when I let out the scream heard across the state. Okay, so I’m exaggerating, but my throat actually hurt I had screeched so loud.

Gary helped me over to the sofa, and I waited, hoping the pain would subside.

It didn’t.

The next morning, there was still no possibility of me standing on that foot, let alone walking.

Gary drove me to the nearest emergency room. After getting signed in, he  wheeled me in a chair into the waiting area, where one person was hovering over a bucket. On the other side of the room, a woman wretched into a pail. I leaned toward Gary’s ear. “Get me outta here. I’ll wait outside near the doors.”

Apparently, some horrific stomach bug was going around. Neither of us were in the mood for catching it.

A few hours later, Gary wheeled me back out of the hospital with an ankle wrap, crutches and pain medication. No broken bones, but I likely tore or stretched the ligament around my left ankle. The treatment? Ice, ibuprofin, staying off of it and time.

One week later, still hobbling around on crutches, I took our dog, Max, out to the side of our house to play. You see, he’s a herding dog with lots of energy. I couldn’t walk him, so I threw the tennis ball for a game of fetch.

max-ball-lake wmMax returned a bit slowly, which was odd for him. He usually raced like a greyhound. Finally, after about the third or fourth run, I noticed blood all over his fluffy white chest and legs. What?

Here’s what I needed to do … go inside and lay out towels so blood didn’t get all over the house, get Max inside to lie down on the towels, keep Max settled and calm while looking for the injury, find the injury, stop the bleeding, tend to the injury, wash the blood off his fur and discern whether he was in need of emergency care ….

…. all on only one working leg.

How in the world was I going to manage?

Read the rest of the story in my post One Gimp, Two Gimp 2.

Have you ever found yourself in a position where you had no recourse to fix a precarious predicament? Can you tell us about it?




28 thoughts on “One Gimp, Two Gimp 1”

  1. Oh god! I hope you and your gorgeous doggy are okay!
    Can’t wait to hear the rest of the story – waiting in anticipation, hopefully with a happy ending 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Aneta. Just when things were looking good for us, of course we get an obstacle thrown our way. Such is life. Thanks for coming over. Hope to see you next week.


  2. Oh, you poor dear! I’ve had too many predicaments where I’ve been down and disabled, but still had to fumble forward. Builds character and plenty of stories, that’s for sure…

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  3. Hope you and Max are fine. Looking forward t the rest of the story. The only similar precarious predicament story I can think of is husband at the time accidentally locking my aged dog (plus my handbag, all my keys and phone) in my car while on holidays. Luckily he had his car, house keys etc and drove 4 hour round trip back home to get spares, while I stayed with the dog who just had a lovely long snooze in the not-too-warm car while I became a nervous wreck. No harm done.

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    1. Hi Andrea. We are renting a townhouse right now, so the staircase is only ours temporarily. Our landlord is terrible and refused to fix those slippery stairs. Thankfully, my husband had already installed that runner, or I might’ve fallen from farther up and gotten hurt worse. Thanks for the well wishes.

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  4. Oh my gosh – you guys. I hope your ankle is doing better. I once locked my thumb in a car door and had to stand there for 10 minutes with my thumb stuck in the car door, because the people with the keys were in a building. That was a slightly precarious 10 minutes (and quite painful too).

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    1. Oh my God, SD, that 10 minutes with the thumb stuck in the door must’ve seemed like 10 hours. Did it break? Thanks for the well wishes and for sharing your story.

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    1. Oh my Lord, you broke your feet three times? Sounds as bad as my husband’s accident. Somehow, we get through these things. The human spirit is tough. Thanks for the well wishes.

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  5. I’m so sorry to hear about the ankle injury. You guys have had some tough challenges recently. A bad ankle sprain can be so limiting. Hope your dog was okay and that you healed well. I look forward to the rest of the story.

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    1. Hi Carrie. After Gary’s accident, I was pretty thankful my fall wasn’t worse. Dealing with the dog too, made it tough, though. Ahh, the challenges of life. Thanks for the good healing wishes.


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