alternate title: i’m typing with two fingers…maybe three, so no caps
alternate, alternate title: 2 years we’ve been dealing with this peach of a dog and neighbors
yesterday, during my lunch break, I went out to get the mail.
i made it halfway down our driveway from the front door when i heard barking. i thought nothing of it. the dog barks all the time.
then i saw him. not in his backyard, but tearing around the end of our driveway and right up it. teeth showing, full on sprint, and barking like crazy.
i did a 180 and high tailed it back to the front door. but, not planning on sprinting, i was wearing flip flops.
and, then i tripped. in slow motion, i went down to the sidewalk. hands and knees first. and skidded across the sidewalk a couple inches.
i got up, ran inside and pretty much lost it.
i made it inside. the crazy a$$ dog didn’t get me, but i fell. is the baby okay is my first thought?
then, i look down and see blood dripping on the floor. where is it coming from?
ouch, my hands hurt! there is some of it. i couldn’t get a picture of my right hand…it hurt too bad. (my intentions for the pictures weren’t the blog…it’s for animal control).
then, i realized my knees were throbbing. i noticed my pants (yes, jammies. mr. serious took the girls to school). completely torn up. spattered with blood. i reluctantly rolled them up to discover another source of blood.
yep. knees too. i was still shaking.
and, seriously, even my toes.
what you won’t see, because i didn’t notice right away is my shoulder and arm are scratched up. also, my boob. seriously, my boob was scraped up so bad it bled, too.
i immediately went to the baby doppler and checked in. the little bean sounded good, so my body seems to have done it’s job.
then, i called animal control and reported it immediately. did i mention it was a pitbull? that was out yesterday? and gets out all the time?
i got cleaned up and some ice on myself. animal control came. they couldn’t catch the dog. they are supposed to cite the owner, but i’m not sure if they’ve made contact with him. animal control has been out several times for them, and they’ve only been warned. hopefully, this makes a difference.
nobody should be so scared for their life that they trip so badly they look like this. (and, yes, i was scared. pretty sure the most scared i’ve ever been, and no exaggeration).
my left hand the next day. hurts like i don’t even know what.
putting my hands and knees in water is out of the question. it’s like fire.
i don’t have a take home lesson here. it just hurts. and working and cooking for my family are pretty impossible. i do think that the owners could at least drop off a little “we’re sorry” note. but, based on previous experience with them, i’m thinking it’s not happening.
sidenote: i didn’t tell the girls what happened. they are already scared of dogs (by their nature). i told them i tripped and fell. they were so concerned and asked a ton of questions. the first one izzy asked “mommy, is the baby still okay?” it’s a little heartbreaking that my four year old has to even think about something like that.