It must have been toe day yesterday. I jammed the crap out of a toe in my right foot. It’s all swollen and a really pretty purple. 
Oof. I just f’d up the top bit of my pinkie finger. Little injury with constant big jolts of pain. But I think it’s easier to ease off your pinkie than it is to avoid using your feet.
More like month. About a week and a half ago, I stubbed the hell out of the middle toe on my left foot on the wheel of my grocery cart. Not much swelling, but it hurt like crazy for a few days.
I was just tempted to take a photo of my very uglified toe and grace the forum with it, but I snapped out of it just in time. It’s the meds.
Go ahead, I live blogged cutting my finger off with a hedge trimmer!
OK DP, I’m afraid to ask…
Was it an accident or intentional? (Only a little bit kidding - still on pain meds)
Accidental. But it’s all good now no big deal
Wow, this thread is going digit-al… 
(or am I going out on a limb here…?)
so my mum broke her shoulder two week ago Friday (slip and fall). She’s in hospital for surgery and they fix the “gravel” in her shoulder, then break her arm while moving her off the operating table. She toughs it out and should be home Monday. Meanwhile I’m in America Airline concierge lounges listening to all this on a fookin’ cell phone. My dad, brothers and nephews are no impressed with the hospital, doctors or orderlies ( no charges filed, but a week of tense sideways looks from all concerns). I’ll get home tomorrow evening. 5 hour drive and I should get home ( town ) to move mom home.
Periwinkle Blue ma … Periwinkle Blue.
OB
keep us posted on the details and your mom’s recovery.
Thanks for asking D,
I drove home and we got her settled back home in her bed. We broke out power tools and got her setup with hand holds and rails where necessary. She doesn’t like changes to her house but the last thing she’ll need is another slip while the bones set.
Her sense of humor is up since she joked that “if that was all she needed to do, to have all her sons under her roof at one time, she’d have broken her shoulder years ago.” Laughter is a great medicine.
Stayed the night with my folks, then drove back home and back to work yesterday. ( Thank God for podcasts to make the drive go by quicker). Northern Michigan in winter … rocks, snow, rocks, snow, pine trees, snow, rocks, snow, trees, snow, lake, rock, trees, snow).
^^^ Hang in there, brutha.
Don’t know how I missed your original post Oddball, but I hope your Mom’s shoulder heals well and fast!
So early Sunday morning my dog of 16.5 years died in his sleep…had some very frustrating and bad days at work this week…and now my dad falls on some ice, fractures his pelvis, and is now in the hospital, likely for multiple days…sounds about how I would expect this week to end
Craaaaaaap, that is the worst. Losing a pet – especially one who was with you so long – definitely qualifies as losing a family member. Hang in there.
So sorry about your dog. 
And about your Dad, hope he mends quickly!
thanks guys
my dad seems to be doing okay for now, will have to do some rehab but the doctors are estimating around 6 weeks until he’s back to almost normal, got lucky in that it was only a single fracture, not multiple or compound fractures
Hope your Dad heals quickly!
The rescue dog I adopted 10 years ago just passed away tonight, I have no idea how old he was when the neighbor found him and the vet could only guess; he thought he might have been 4 or 5. But he was so malnourished it was hard to tell… He had a good run up until this last year (2012), we discovered he had an enlarged heart and water around it. He was placed on 2 different heart medications, and a medication to reduce the water around his heart.
He slowly became less active and put on weight, a side effect of the medications I assumed. Had a real scare 6 months ago, his breathing became really labored and his tongue was turning purple. He was put on oxygen and placed under observation, after quite a period of time it was determined that he would be OK to return home but his medications would have to be altered. And everything was fine again with the new prescriptions, until a couple of months ago. He started sleeping more, a lot more. And he did not like to be alone, he would follow me everywhere. It was as if he knew something was wrong, and was afraid to be alone.
So tonight when he slipped away to be alone outside in his dog run I had a bad feeling… I could not coax him to come inside. He just sat there panting heavily and looking at me with sad, anxious eyes. I could not stand to see him like that, so I left him alone; to die like he wanted. I had postponed the inevitable as much as I could, but his time had finally come. I can’t complain, he was not in pain. I heard no howls or whimpering, he just… gave out. I will take his body to the vet to be cremated in the morning.
Now I just have to deal with the loss. I was numb an hour ago when it happened, I just shut down. I guess it was the only way to deal with moving his body, wrapping him up in towels, placing him in his favorite basket, and cleaning up the mess. But now it is starting to sink in, and it hurts like Hell. My little buddy is gone, and for such a tiny dog he is leaving a huge hole in my life.
big big big hugs It doesn’t matter the size of the pup, our pets are big parts of our lives. Try to remember the happy times and always carry him in your heart.