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One Gimp, Two Gimp 2

My dog, Max, had been outside fetching a ball, when he returned to me all bloody. How in the world was I going to help him when I was on crutches from a previous sprained ankle?

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I found myself grateful for things that helped ease the difficult situation. I was blessed with a well-behaved dog, because he obeyed my command to stay, while I hobbled inside and hopped around for towels. Leaning on one max-cabin-door wmcrutch in my right hand and holding my left ankle up behind me, I laid out towels in front of the door. I gave Max the command to come, and he stepped inside.

I searched all the bloody areas on his fur for the injury. I noticed a big glob of red on his left front paw. It was oozing where his claw met the quick (like a cuticle). He must’ve pulled a nail. Now what?

We’d just moved three weeks earlier. I had no idea if we had any first aide products unpacked. I remembered unpacking band-aids, but this was not a band-aid injury. Plus, supplies would be upstairs, and I could only scoot up there on my arse.

Another thing to be grateful for … our cross-country move had landed us closer to family members who could help. Not only that, but my sensational sister-in-law, K was a nurse. Guess what she carried around with her? A first aide kit.

After my urgent call to K, I held pressure on Max’s injury until she arrived. It didn’t take her long, but it was long enough for me to spot a large spider scurry behind my sofa. ACK! I couldn’t get off the floor with Max to kill it, and I didn’t have two legs to catch it anyway. In case I never mentioned this before, I’m petrified of spiders.

The bleeding from Max’s paw had slowed to very minimal by the time K arrived. She went to work washing and dressing the wound.

maxpaw (800x449) wmWe kept it covered for twenty-four hours, and Max never once tried to bite at the dressing. Both of us gimped around the house the entire week. We ended up bringing him to a vet who confirmed what we thought and gave him some pain medicine with antibiotics.

A few weeks have gone by now, Max’s paw improved, but he still has trouble with tenderness and bleeding from that claw when he over-exerts. The claw is still in tact, so any dog experts with suggestions would be welcomed.

I’m back on my two feet and no longer limping. I just have some residual pain when I’m on it too long.

Now, to get back to that spider. On the day of Max’s injury, when my husband arrived home from work, I told him to see if he could find that spider.

If you’ve followed along for some time, you know that Gary injured both of his feet fifteen months ago. His response to looking for that spider, “Don’t worry. In this house, it couldn’t have gotten very far. It probably has a broken leg or two.”

Humor Helps.

Have you been able to see the silver lining while handling a predicament? Have you been able to find humor even when it seem like everything is going wrong? What’s your story?
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37 thoughts on “One Gimp, Two Gimp 2”

  1. You guys and your feet. Perhaps combat boots are in order for all!!!! I hope you all feel better soon. Mikey (my Great Dane) tore a nail – we put some Afrin on it (vasoconstrictor) to help stop the bleeding. Works a treat!!!!

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    1. Yeah, combat boots for us, but not for the spider. 😉

      Max’s claw stops bleeding with a little pressure, but every time he runs, it bleeds again. We haven’t run him in a long time now because of it, but he goes on long walks just fine. Can’t figure it out. Not sure if there is something else going on in there. 😦

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        1. We can’t find anything around the area where he bleeds. There was no cut or any kind of sore whatsoever. The nail wasn’t even cracked or loose, but the blood seeps from the quick on that one specific nail when he runs, then he limps for a few days afterward. So, we stopped running him, and he walks fine. There was a pea-sized lump on the side of his paw pad, but that has diminished in size by about half now. He is just finishing up a second round of antibiotics. The vet may take an xray to check for a fracture, but he’s not limping at all anymore. Very strange.

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  2. Wow, now all of you (including Max) have your limping around stories to tell! Amazing! Let’s hope that you’re done with being lame for good (at least for a while). I sprained my ankle once as a young adult when I lived on the 3rd floor of an apartment building with my Old English sheep dog. I didn’t have a roommate either. That was fun. Then I sprained the same ankle when my son was about 3 months old. At the time, my husband was traveling a lot. We were living 600 miles from family. That was fun, too.

    One time my adventuresome dog, Wolfer, came home with blood all over his chest and front legs. At least I wasn’t lame. He had bee digging and cut a blood vessel in his front leg (analogous to slicing open your wrist). I had to apply pressure while my husband drove like a maniac to the vet. They ended up giving him 2 liters of fluid and a liter of blood. The vet used her dog as a donor! Mr. Wolfer got into more trouble, but he was a lover…

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    1. Wow, those are some adventures you’ve had, Lorna. I couldn’t even go up and down the stairs in our house, let alone on a third floor apartment.

      Your poor Wolfer. What kind of dog was he? So glad you had someone to help you get him to the vet. How scary.

      My heart dog, Piezon, broke his back leg when he was 5 months old. He jumped up in the air to catch his tennis ball, and when he landed I heard the snap. I can’t go into it further, because it still breaks my heart. That time my husband was home and we had to rush him to emergency surgery. Being a puppy, he healed well and went on to play agility games (flyball).

      Hopefully, we’ve all seen the last of injuries. Thanks for sharing, Lorna.

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      1. I rescued Wolfer when he was about 7 months old. Was told his mother was pure Airedale. I doubt it. He looked like a combo between a collie, German Shepard, and maybe something terrier because he didn’t shed. He was about 75 pounds of pure devotion to me. He had hip troubles from the start, too. Contracted Lyme Disease. He was a very expensive mutt, but worth every cent. I loved that boy! He’s long gone but I still miss him, as I do all my bygone pups…

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        1. Aww, Wolfer was lucky to have you to look after him. We are so perfectly matched to those pups that come into our lives, aren’t we? I miss my boy, Piezon, every day.

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          1. Yes, I believe they do not come into our lives randomly–they come when we need them and have the exact qualities we need at the time. At least that’s how it has worked out for me in the 40+ years I’ve had dog companions.

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  3. Poor Max and poor you. Glad you’re both on the mend. I know it’s not much consolation but the spider is probably trying to avoid you too. However your husband’s take on it is priceless 🙂
    Many years ago, both of us at the same time, my cat and I, had issues with peeing, and the litter box was in the bathroom. At least our miseries had company!

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    1. I don’t think spiders live very long, and it’s been a few weeks, so ….

      Oh boy, your kitty and you at the same time like Max and me? They must get sympathy symptoms.

      Thanks for following up, EllaDee.

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  4. So glad that both you and Max recovered from your injuries!

    I can’t say that I’m very good at finding humor when everything is going wrong. I’m working on it, but I’ve got no success stories to share just yet! 😉

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  5. Thank you for your comment on my blog. I wish I could find humor in my situation.

    I can smile about the wonderful don I have and some of his past antics.

    Spent 3 weeks on CA in hospital with him. I have hope. I believe in miracles.

    Sounds as if you are settling in nicely. Family is so important.
    I cannot seem to let go of here, as yet😌

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    1. Humor is difficult to find in such a deeply tragic situation. There is usually something, even if tiny, to be grateful for. Thank God for your faith … your belief in miracles.

      You are living in your home state, so if it’s where you feel at home, it’s where you are supposed to be. No need to let go unless it’s meant to be. I never really felt at home when I left my home state, although I loved my little house there. I do miss that house.

      Still keeping you in my prayers. If you’d ever like to visit the Chicago area, would love to have you. Hugs.

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    1. Ha, yes, lucky spider. My husband’s humor is what attracted me to him. Come to think of it, it’s what attracted me to several of the blogs I follow, too. 😉

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    1. Thank you so much, Dennis. That was so kind of you to say. I thought I wouldn’t run into spiders so much when I left Florida. Unfortunately, there are plenty here. But, at least no snakes.

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  6. Sorry, I can’t see the humour until your husband finds that spider and takes it outside where it belongs. I have goosebumps just thinking about you sitting on the floor with that spider nearby. I hope Max’s paw will be better in no time. I hate to see animals get hurt (even spiders, but if they’re in my space…well….)

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    1. Ha. I wouldn’t go in that room with the TV (den) for a week knowing about that spider. Spiders don’t live very long, and it’s been several weeks now. Thanks for the good wishes for my Max.

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