Last October, I had a dog run into me at work and totally $&*^# my knee up. I was out of work for two weeks (then limited to computer/data entry for another couple when I went back) plus a few months of physical therapy.
Today? SAME **** THING HAPPENED. A dog slammed into the same knee and it cracked, twisted and gave out just like it did before. It isn't quite as bad as last time, thank goodness, but it's still bad. I'm out of work for at least a bit.
So the two shitty things about this: I need to find a new job.
I can't keep getting injured like this; eventually it's going to permanently impair the function in my knee. I never in a million years thought it would happen a second time; so what about a third? Fourth? It seems unlikely but so did even one repeat.
Two: my supervisor took my boys home with her (which is awesome.) But all I want right now is some Rowan cuddles while I lie in bed. Logically I know it's the best thing for right now. Riff still has a big jumping problem and is excitable in general and liable to hurt me even more just with his enthusiasm. I can't bring Rowan home and not Riff, because that's completely unfair to Riff. But darn it, I want my Rowan.
/whine