You know what they say about the best laid plans. I had taken Friday off to add another day to my three-day weekend. For some crazy reason, I thought an extra day would be a wonderful and relaxing thing. Boy, was I wrong! I clearly should have worked on Friday and quite possibly the entire weekend to avoid what occurred.
As I had posted, my Friday was spent in technology hell with my Mom. Nothing like trying to talk an older person through the process of how WiFi works in relation to a newly purchased television. We got through it, unscathed for the most part. I admitted to some eye rolling, but over the phone my Mom could not see that, so I made a bunch of good son points (worth it). When I hadn't heard from her with any additional questions or problems, I broke down and called her on Saturday to check in. She reported that the TV was set up in her bedroom (where there previously was a WiFi dead spot) and everything was working perfectly. I'm not sure if it was just plain luck or if there ever really was an actual dead spot in that area of the house. I don't know, but I am not poking the bear on this one. I'm glad that it is working and she is very happy to be far away from the westerns being played out in the living room.
On Saturday, I ran some errands and met a couple of friends at their home. Don't worry, we were all practicing proper social distancing. It was just nice to see some other humans in person for a change. We had a great dinner and drinks and I even got home at a decent hour. Come to think of it Saturday as a great day and the high point of the long weekend.
On Sunday morning, I woke up and decided that I was going to enjoy some time outside (it was a beautiful day) and I hadn't really taken Cooper on a long walk since being stuck home in quarantine. He and I both missed these walks and what better than a beautiful Sunday to enjoy one? We had breakfast, I showered and got out his leash. The mere sight of the red, woven tether sent Cooper into maximum overdrive. He was soooo excited and he started jumping around and running to the door. Now Milo just looked at him like he was an idiot and went back to sleep. Truth be told, I bet Milo was happy too - that we were both leaving. I grabbed some water, put on my flip flops and we were on our way!
We were about twenty minutes into our jaunt around town when the worm turned and Sunday turned into a shitty-assed day. Picture this...sunshine on our shoulders, a slight breeze blowing through my hair (and his fur) and not too many people on the sidewalk...perfection! Then out of nowhere, three grey squirrels begin chasing each other. I must admit, I wasn't paying the closest of attention (did I mention the sun and the breeze), but don't you know, Cooper was right on top of it. He saw these squirrels and I'm not sure if he thought he could climb a tree like they were or if he just thought running around like a squirrel looked like fun - but he took off like a bat out of hell. Although, I didn't notice the squirrels before he did, I did have a iron-clad grip on his leash (you see where this is going). When he took off, he took me with him. I don't know exactly what happened, like they say in the movies...it happened so fast, but next thing I know I am sprawled out, face down on the sidewalk. I still have the leash tight in my hand (protecting my buddy at all costs), but my flip flops are off my feet and I feel an immense pain shooting from my left foot. I try and gather my thoughts and find my shoes; I sit up and feel a scrape on my chin (which is a bit bloody), two scrapped knees, they are not really bloody, just oozing a bit. That's when I see it, why my left foot hurts so badly. My left foot is COVERED in blood; I take my water bottle and pour some water on my foot and I see the damage first hand. On a positive note, it looks like two toes might be broken (yup, that's the good part). The worst is that most of the toe nail on my big toe was just hanging there. Just holding on for dear life and flapping in that breeze that I was so excited about just a few minutes prior.
As I mentioned, we were about twenty minutes into our walk when squirrel-gate occurred. It took me almost forty-five minutes to get back home. When I finally arrived, I dropped Cooper off, wrapped my foot and headed to an Urgent Care center to have the damage assessed by a professional. After waiting almost an hour, I finally was seen by a PA who actually chuckled a bit when I told him how my injury occurred (a-hole). He cut away the part of the nail that had ripped away from my toe and told me I also had only one broken toe - the other one was badly sprained. He prescribed some antibiotic cream and told me to change the bandage every day on the big toe, but there was really nothing he could do for the broken or sprained toes (isn't modern medicine great)? He said I was lucky to have a long weekend, because all I was going to be doing on Memorial Day was resting and elevating my f'd up foot.
Yeah, Memorial Day has been a blast! I say again, no more extending a three-day weekend for me! Work is going to be fun tomorrow (in case you didn't realize that was said sarcastically)!
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