Beating Myself Up.

I have usually heard that phrase, "beating myself up", to mean that I am finding fault with my actions, lack of action, or doing the wrong thing, etc.  But this time it was physical.  Yep, I took a hard fall.  I was bringing in the bird feeder, the suet, and the hummingbird feeder when I came up the steps, opened the screen door and entered the screened in porch section of our deck.  The next thing I knew was that I was laying face down with bird feed all around me.  What the heck happened.  I looked around and saw lots of red fluid beside me.  Oh Oh, am I bleeding that much?  Then I realized that it was the red humming bird liquid feed that spilled after I fell.

That was the night before last and I am still sore.  Got a gash above my wrist a few inches long and my middle finger on my right hand got a deep scrape on it.  Yep, that is the finger that some drivers use to signal to other drivers what their IQ is.  I just sort of hurt all over in general.

Also our male Shih Tzu went to the groomers the day before yesterday.  He was knotted up so bad that the groomer had to shave him.  He is an old dog and has never been shaved before.  I guess that has been quite a traumatic experience for him.  He is still not acting like his old self and he looks oh so much different.  At first glance I thought they were giving us the wrong dog.  I am sure in a couple more days he will get used to it.  He has to feel a lot better, right?  Now, don't fall down and don't get your dogs shaved, but have a great day, you hear?