Three-Legged Dog

-
I'm honestly at a loss as to what to do.

It's been confounding, actually.

Let's try and figure it out together, huh?

Years ago I had hip surgery. When I came out of the surgery effects I called the surgeon's office and said:

"My hip feels okay, but did you break my foot?"

The surgeon explained that sometimes there is foot pain. Sammy Watkins, the Bills receiver had hip surgery as well...

...he missed time with foot problems.

Okay, some nerve things, perhaps...it'll come back.

I've been limping badly the last two weeks.

My foot has continued to feel like an absolute brick at the end of my leg.

Routine things:

Massages, trying to rest after work, on weekends, ice, heat, foot baths, anti-inflammatory...

...hell, my beautiful wife even rolled a ball on the bottom of my foot and rubbed my damn toes.

I was like the cartoon cat who ends up on the ceiling.

And it's summer.

Busy time.

"My phone rang every ten minutes," I said, as my phone rang at 6 p.m.

I have been considering which doctor to see for relief.

Been through them all.

"It's inflamed," they tell me. "Combination of hip, back, arthritis, gout. Stay off it if you can."

And here's the thing.

I drag it and mostly forget about it until the day is done.

"Sam! Get me ice!!"

As Kathy was rubbing my foot I felt resigned to it.

"You know what's the worst part?" I asked her.

"What's that?"

"I want to golf so badly that I passed a course yesterday and nearly broke into tears."

She laughed.

Listen, I know how life works.

People are really suffering.

A lot of people work chemo into their daily routines and try and fight back, but it gets really tiresome.

It's summer!!!

"Hey gimp," I hear seventy times a day.

"Here's the three-legged dog!"

Ah hell!

Time to get up.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Suits

-
Like a lot of other people we got pulled into the series, ‘Suits’ on Netflix. I’ve never had much fun hanging around lawyers who have questioned me as a construction safety officer. I once testified in a case where the opposing lawyer started questioning me by going through my educational background. “So,” he said, racing to a crescendo, “You graduated from college with a degree in Communications-Journalism and suddenly, 30 years later, you’re a ‘safety expert.’” He actually made the quotation marks with his fingers. I just looked at him. “How does that happen?” He bellowed, sure that he was going to discredit me. “Well,” I said. “I knew I was overqualified to become a lawyer.” The courtroom erupted in laughter. Even the judge chuckled. The rest of his questions landed flat. So, I wasn’t all that keen on a show about lawyers, but ‘Suits’ is great. Meghan Markle became a princess because of the show, and she is very good in it (and a beautiful woman). Yet, there is so much more. The wri
Read more

My Buddy, Dave

-
Way back in 1997, I started working with a steel erection company out of Syracuse. I was coming straight from a long stint with a steel erector here in Buffalo so I knew my stuff when it came to steel erection safety rules. On day one, I met with the safety director and he was just getting started as a safety guy, but man, he certainly cared about the guys he worked with. Dave was a good man from the start. He’d say things like: “You’re so full of beans.” Just a down to earth, hardworking guy who became a fast friend. We drove all around New York State setting up jobs. I always let Dave drive so that I could rest. One fine day, way up North of Syracuse, we passed a state trooper.  I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re screwed,” I said, and seconds later, the lights came on. Dave was beside himself.  The cop stopped by the window, grabbed the license and registration and headed back to his vehicle. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “You’re pissed, but you’re such a good guy that I bet you tha
Read more

Mom & Ollie

-
Image
 Ollie Stadium is a mess. The heavy rains rendered the backyard a mud pit and even though we threw in the side yard, the Big O was looking for more, and we were both covered in mud. I had to take some steam out of him somehow so I suggested we go visit Grandma. Ollie hates the car, but he laid quietly as we made the trip. We even brought the football because there is plenty of room to play at Grandma’s. Mom opened the door and started laughing. I thought about the love she had for every single dog we ever had. Oliver was quick to give my Mom a kiss, and then he stood beside her. The love between Mom and Dogs is a mutual bond. Through the years, Mom would make breakfast for the dogs.  Fried eggs, toast, bacon… She would wrap Christmas gifts for them. “To Jeter, Love Santa,” she would write on the cards. They played with the big chicken that made a lot of noise. Mom tossed the football and Ollie brought it back to her. As the visit drew to a close I headed for the door.  “C’mon, Oliver,”
Read more