A while ago, I lived in a house with back steps that were not built in accord with safety regulations. My then dog (goddamn was she the best, smelliest dog ever) fell off the side and hurt her leg. It was late at night, so we took her to an emergency vet, where they did see and help her; but while we were in the waiting room, we saw a sign saying “lame dogs will be seen last.” I still don’t understand how they determined which dogs were cool.
Anyway, years later, I fell off the front porch, which also wasn’t up to spec. I broke my ankle and it healed improperly. Guess I’m the lame one now.
Thank you for your response and empathy. I’ve actually mentioned it several times in my post history, so I apologize in advance to any future lemmings who care to review my comments. That said:
It’s bad. I can’t comfortably shower or check my mail. However, it could be worse. I can still stand and walk and, if I’m willing to endure the discomfort, go through fairly normal tasks like the above. I have gained a lot of weight since it happened and my body is an embarrassment, but oh well.
I’m coping. It’s been almost three years. I don’t really have any choice; I can largely function like a normal person, it just hurts, but it’s not impossible. Thank you for asking, it’s very kind of you.
Did u just ableistize
You can’t say “lame”, six or seven people associate it with disabilities so it’s offensive
(JK, “retarded” is dumb to say though cuz it’s like 60 or 70 percent of people who associate it with disabilities)
Yeah that’s my tangent, my 2024 guide for being a normal human:
Open to other opinions!
A while ago, I lived in a house with back steps that were not built in accord with safety regulations. My then dog (goddamn was she the best, smelliest dog ever) fell off the side and hurt her leg. It was late at night, so we took her to an emergency vet, where they did see and help her; but while we were in the waiting room, we saw a sign saying “lame dogs will be seen last.” I still don’t understand how they determined which dogs were cool.
Anyway, years later, I fell off the front porch, which also wasn’t up to spec. I broke my ankle and it healed improperly. Guess I’m the lame one now.
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Sorry about you & your doggie. Dude it healed wrong?! That SUCKS! Why would it do that, dumb ankle. How bad is it? You coping OK?
**[1] this is where “LOL” was gonna go since the cool dog story was funny but needed to move the latter feelings first
Thank you for your response and empathy. I’ve actually mentioned it several times in my post history, so I apologize in advance to any future lemmings who care to review my comments. That said:
It’s bad. I can’t comfortably shower or check my mail. However, it could be worse. I can still stand and walk and, if I’m willing to endure the discomfort, go through fairly normal tasks like the above. I have gained a lot of weight since it happened and my body is an embarrassment, but oh well.
I’m coping. It’s been almost three years. I don’t really have any choice; I can largely function like a normal person, it just hurts, but it’s not impossible. Thank you for asking, it’s very kind of you.
I do miss my dog. She was a good dog.
edit: I appreciate your use of footnotes.
Unbelievable your house would turn against you two like that :(
Sorry to hear about the pain and all. Well sounds like we agree - onward, friend! 💪
Your attitude and, I have to assume, approach to life are admirable. Hopefully you can conquer whatever challenge you face next and enjoy doing so.
edit: is/are