I finally cried.
I guess it took a physical trauma to help me let go.
Pippen woke up early this morning and I got them all geared up and headed out into the still-dark morning.
On the way back home, we stopped so they could sniff a yard and as I took a step, I realized that my foot didn’t land on flat land but rather into an uneven hole…and before I knew it, I landed on my bad knee…and then skidded across the pavement on my face.
3 silver linings:
- My glasses flew off but didn’t break.
- I turned my face so the right side got the brunt of it instead of hitting flat on my face.
- Pippen didn’t run into traffic or far away.
I laid there and thought: Ok, how bad could this be?
In tears, I came home and my incredible roommate cleaned me up, disinfected my wounds, and ironically…
With topical lidocaine, numbed them for me.