del.gue
Well-Known Member
So having made plans for the next few months for shooting, fishing and training my pup, i now find myself in hospital with a broken fib and tib awaiting an op tomorrow.
Whilst walking the dog in the church yard opposite were i live, i decided to slip on a grass bank. I heard the crunch of bones breaking as i landed.
The pup thought it funny enough to bounce around me and then sit on top of me. While i fumbled to ring the wife who was at home 150 yards away... but after 5 calls and no answer i did eventually get through.
I had landed next to the grave of an old, late neighbour, convinced that the cantankerous old git had tripped me up with a ghostly, ethereal hand.
A bit later with the wife, a neighbour and a group of kids on a school trip (coming over to see the weirdo lying on a grave) looking on, the ambulance turned up and proceeded to cut my favourite welly off, then then my pants leg...then my sock.
At that point the wife of the grave owner made an appearance walking her, enthusiastic dog (who seemed to want me to throw his ball) she agreed that her late cantankerous hubby probably did trip me up..."he was like that you know"??, she said.
Up shot is all plans on hold. New wellies needed. 6 to 8 weeks getting back walking again, then getting passably fit.
Got to laugh... i think... as the meds are now kicking in.
Silly sod.
Whilst walking the dog in the church yard opposite were i live, i decided to slip on a grass bank. I heard the crunch of bones breaking as i landed.
The pup thought it funny enough to bounce around me and then sit on top of me. While i fumbled to ring the wife who was at home 150 yards away... but after 5 calls and no answer i did eventually get through.
I had landed next to the grave of an old, late neighbour, convinced that the cantankerous old git had tripped me up with a ghostly, ethereal hand.
A bit later with the wife, a neighbour and a group of kids on a school trip (coming over to see the weirdo lying on a grave) looking on, the ambulance turned up and proceeded to cut my favourite welly off, then then my pants leg...then my sock.
At that point the wife of the grave owner made an appearance walking her, enthusiastic dog (who seemed to want me to throw his ball) she agreed that her late cantankerous hubby probably did trip me up..."he was like that you know"??, she said.
Up shot is all plans on hold. New wellies needed. 6 to 8 weeks getting back walking again, then getting passably fit.
Got to laugh... i think... as the meds are now kicking in.
Silly sod.