A dark cloud followeth me

 

 

At least one of these images is not that of a ski boot. It’s not the latest fashion footwear, nor is it a device for strengthening one’s ankle in preparation for “Dancing with the Stars”. It is most decidedly not that freakishly, strappy, astronaut pump that Neil Armstrong would have looked smart wearing for mankind’s first footstep on the Moon and when worn, it makes driving a 2000 5-speed Toyota MR2 Spyder convertible a tad awkward.

I could go on but why belabor the inevitable and ridiculously ironic point? It’s my boot cast on the top left. My Karma stabilizer, life impediment.  A cosmic joke perpetrated by, oh, I don’t know–the cosmos?

It was a recent Sunday (relatively speaking) in the Milky Way Galaxy, only three days before the scheduled 4th surgery on my screwed up left, total knee replacement (TKR), when I tripped over our Golden Retriever and fell so ungracefully that the standard, Slapstick “pratfall” should be renamed the “Lucy”.  It hurt, too. All the floors are tiled–really, really, hard tile.

Here’s the culprit.  Looks innocent, doesn’t he? Did I mention we were home alone?

Well, I broke my ankle in two (2) places and had to have surgery to put in plates and screws. My knee surgery has been postponed. Did I tell you that I was transferred from the ER to the hospital where my surgeon has privileges–at my request? Although the “boot” suggests walking, I cannot put any weight on it. Estimated time for healing: eight (8) weeks (1 week down, 7 to go). Come on–something will go wrong–you know it will. There is a dark cloud over my head.

The cloud affords no cover. It rains on my parade.