You know how most people with anxiety have the one thing that replays in their mind over and over again? Some people think of car accidents, something happening to love ones, etc. I have always dreaded trying to get my elderly dog down the stairs and falling with him in my arms.
This morning that happened. I picked him up. I took the first step and my sock betrayed me. I lost control of both him and myself and went head over heels down my stairs and slid into the door.
I was extremely dizzy, but I managed to crawl over to Scribbles who was sitting in his bed and had peed on himself because let’s face it that’s a scary and painful situation.
As far as I can tell we are both OK. Obviously we are both in pain, but I’m not sure if any internal damage was done. Several hours later scribbles was walking up the stairs, walking down the stairs with difficulty and he even brought his ball to me and my mom. I am bruised up and in a lot of pain, but I don’t think I have a concussion or anything broken.
Tomorrow I’m going to take scribbles to the vet to have him looked over to make sure everything is OK and maybe get him some medication to help with the pain I know he’s having.
This is the first time I’m going to have a couple of days off. Granted my paychecks have been quite nice, but we are all working so many hours. We are all exhausted and I’m finding it hard to keep up with even simple housework. And now I don’t know how much is going to get done lol. Had gotten up early to get into VR and do at least a little exercise mood booster before going to work
But then my damn sock betrayed me .
But even though my anxiety nightmare came true in some ways, at least I didn’t kill my dog. I didn’t snap my neck. Well maybe a little – but you know what I mean.
I don’t know how I would’ve emotionally dealt with the doing fatal harm to my dog right now. As it is, I am very nervous about going up the stairs at all. And I am very nervous about getting Scribbles up and down the stairs now too. He can do it himself, he is just an old man and it’s getting harder. Right now I think it’s harder because well, the poor 8lb pupper just fell down an entire flight of stairs.
But I stayed on my side the best I could and I don’t think I hit him with my fat ass body because that would have hurt him for sure.
PTSD anyone?
I will feel better once I know Scribbles is in the clear. I may have to eventually block him from the stairs. Also I think for a few days I will sleep on the couch.
Much love out there to everyone.
Don’t wear slippery socks on carpeted stairs.
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