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Majestic
Diary
March 14, 2009
Well... I had high
hopes for today. I started by cleaning up around the
sanctuary--all the sticks that have fallen out of trees
and onto the ground. Then I was raking and using the
wheelbarrow to lug everything away. I had big plans to
start setting our new pre-formed pond liners into place
(I bought 4 yesterday). And then... it happened... I
took a break and started filling buckets and kiddie
pools with water. I was in the goose pen and Mac came
over and started professing his love to me. I sprayed
him with the hose, but he refused to leave and he got
more and more worked up.
I finally decided
to go back into the duck pen to get my "waddle wand" to
shoe him away and when I turned to step away with a
start--something popped in the back of my shin and pain
shot through it so deep I nearly lost my stomach on the
spot, but immediately thought, "Don't throw up in here,
the geese will eat it." So I leaned on the fencing and
kept filling water buckets with the hose to distract
myself. Mac had left to the other side of the pen in a
hurry, I guess sensing something was wrong. So I stood
there filling water and feeling my stomach rising into
my throat and I was so afraid to move my leg because I
wasn't sure if it would hurt or not.
I started feeling
dizzy and my vision started breaking up, so I thought it
best to try to walk--afraid I might pass out in the
goose pen and become Mac's lunch. I made it out of the
pen, closed the door and everything started tipping
upside down and turning black. I grabbed my "waddle
wand" and used it as a crutch and made it into the barn.
I barely saw Dutch and thought: "Do not pass out here or
Dutch will have his way with me." I managed to pull the
next door open and close it just enough to keep him on
the other side and then down I went into the hay.
Blacked out.
I forced myself
awake, remembering that the hose was still on and pulled
myself up utilizing the kennel railing and shut off the
water. Then I walked out of the barn, closed the door
behind me and everything began swirling again. I lay
down in the grass before passing out, so I wouldn't
fall. I just laid there... waiting for Tony to come back
outside again after eating. He didn't come, so I stood
up and used the "waddle wand" which was still in my hand
to get up on my feet and hobble up to the house.
When I made it
inside, Tony helped me get my boots off and I flexed my
leg all around and found it was not broken, nor did I
tear a ligament. But... I can't put any weight on one of
the muscles that helps me step forward or point my toes
or the pain is searing. I'm suspecting that when I
twisted to run out of the goose pen, I might have tore a
muscle just below my calve. So much for my plans for the
day... ruined. I am so ticked off. I didn't hurt myself
lugging tree limbs out of the yard, I hurt myself
turning in place. How dumb is that? So now I'm hobbling
from here to there, trying to keep it warm because when
I sit too long it stiffens right up and hurts even more.
Ay yi yi... a day
in sanctuary work... always an adventure. I don't have
any photos to insert today. Sorry...
Afterwards I joked
with Tony and said, "Thank goodness we don't have the
Webbed Cam yet or everyone would have just seen me black
out in duck shit. I'm going to take a shower now."
He replied,
"Actually Elizabeth probably would have seen it and
called me and said: Kim just passed out in the
barn--go help her!"
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