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A Question of Choice.
Bryan Leach United Kingdom (Verified User) Posts 158 Dogs 177 / Races 2 04 Feb 2016 19:31
I suppose I have been lucky walking my hounds, as in all this time, apart from a few scrapes and scratches I have been injury free. I know Iím testing providence by saying so but itís now too late. I try and am placid (Yeah right), but what really winds me up is when I have choices, but make the wrong one.
The wind was whipping through the trees in my garden, even more so as it got closer to walk time. My thought patterns were thinking along the lines of the St Maryís Church walk, as it lent itself to plenty of cover from the wind, the downside being it was not a really long walk for the main of the day. However, I plumped for St Maryís.
At the last minute though I thought Iím not really being fair to the gang, so I switched to the more open to the elements of Pishiobury Park. I wrapped up well and set off. I must say when we arrived at Pishiobury and actually entered the park; it was of course very blowy, but quite mild temperature wise. Dog owners were conspicuous by their absence until Jo walked around the corner with her bonny tribe of Border Collies. All beautifully behaved off lead, except for one thing, they love chasing balls. Paddy (Kilnasbeg Paddy) was intrigued as he hadnít met these before so was eager to make their acquaintance. He is still on his lead of course, but now no muzzle. Everything thing went well, that is if you can ignore Paddy's silly growling which he soon will leave well behind him. The dogs got on well. Jo and I were chatting away quite amicably but every now and then she threw the ball for her dogs, which I did likewise when they dropped their ball at my feet. The dogs were in front of us, even Paddy, when Jo decided to throw the ball the other way, which meant behind us. I must say I wasnít paying too much attention but when the Borders ran past after the ball, Paddy tried to run with them. The net result was I was nearly taken off my feet, but even worse, the lead wrapped around my hand with a great deal of force. To say it hurt like hell, was an understatement, so it was lucky I had my gloves on. Jo and I said our farewells and set off in different directions, me with my hand still throbbing, and her with a cheery wave and then she was gone.
I must say I forgot about it for a while as we moved around the park, as by now there were quite a few dogs for Paddy to meet, even the puppies. We were getting near to the car again, so I took my gloves off to search for my car keys, when I become aware there was a lot of blood on my left hand. Then I thought my fingers were at a funny angle, the middle one in particular. I put my glove back on to stem the blood, loaded the dogs into the car and off home I went. I fed the dogs their lunch, fortunately previously prepared and went down my doctorís surgery to see if they could do something. The net result of that was, no they couldnít.. I donít know what it is about doctorís receptionists, but they never seem happy in their job but take great pleasure in being obstructive. I had no choice but to go to A&E at Harlow Hospital.
They were great there, and soon sorted me after a couple of x-rays watched by a crowd of Radiography students. (Wish I had charged) as evidently they had never seen a wound like mine. I think there might be a paper in the Lancet concerning it too. A nurse named Ruth, who very quickly put a splint on my middle finger, bandaged me up, and then packed me off home saying how brave I had been. The only problem is I have to go back to the fracture clinic next week, and then the week after.
A very annoying accident which if I had gone to St Maryís would never have happened, and now I have about six months of healing, itís even annoying I have to wear rubber gloves for washing up and showering. All because I made the wrong choice. Woe is me, because do you think these dogs care, what do you think? All they want is their dinner on time, such a simple life they have. LOL .
Clare Graham United Kingdom (Verified User) Posts 330 Dogs 0 / Races 0 05 Feb 2016 08:48
Oh dear - that does sound painful, Bryan! Poor you. Which hand is it? A real nuisance if it is your writing one.
Bryan Leach United Kingdom (Verified User) Posts 158 Dogs 177 / Races 2 07 Feb 2016 18:44
Luckily, it's my left hand Clare. Saying that however, even though I'm right handed, it is surprising just how often you use your other hand. LOL