- Oct 31, 2011
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Well all my plans for this week will have to be reassessed in light of me falling in a hole and getting hung up on a livestock panel last night. The sore throat I got from screaming and screaming at my husband to come give what little help he could is not the least of my injuries. That last heavy rain plus the dating activities of moles moved the safe zone next to the fence down-hill of the house back about eighteen inches, and the first thing I need to do (after wrapping the ankle that went in the hole, which was mostly hurt when I pulled it out) is figure pout what to put in said hole so Griz doesn't modify it for nefarious purposes of escape.
The worst damage is a big bruse and abrasion to the soft unscarred inside of my left elbow and a matching gaping three-cornered tear in the sleeve of my ex-best white cotton shirt. Oh, and I seem to have reinjured the rib I cracked last summer.
ARGH
Good grief, Stumpfarmer, that is awful! I hope you heal quickly from this.