Still battling my dog walking wounds. I can’t believe how incredibly painful they are. I am quite sure that as a kid grazes didn’t cause this much pain. My right knee is the worst off. I can’t actually bend it thanks to the wound going right across the joint. When I stand up from sitting down, I actually have to break the wound to get moving again which is unbearably painful.
I took photos of my wounds on Wednesday afternoon, cause a gruesome injury is just begging to be shared with the world. The two most spectacular ones are my knee and my elbow;
My right knee.
My left elbow
Along with my wounds I have had a rough time mentally. On Wednesday I was completely mellowed out, then on Wednesday evening both Rory and Caleb threw up, one after the other. My anxiety levels shot through the roof. I get anxious when the dogs get sick, but since Lelak is away and I don’t drive, I had no easy way of getting the dogs to the vet, so my anxiety levels went through the roof. The dogs were fine after their throwing up competition – running around the house, begging for food, but I wasn’t. It took over 24 hours for me to calm down. When I am anxious, I stop eating, which is great for weight loss, but terrible for my body and mind. Even though I logically knew the dogs were okay, my emotions kept racing. It was utterly pathetic and something I really need to get a handle on. So that is why I have been AWOL for a couple of days, but the real me is back now and ready to start interacting with the world again.