The above photo, done by AI, probably has the look on my face correct. However, I actually fell INTO the house (and I’m not talking about inside).
On Friday, my wife ordered groceries online. She asked if I would run up to Meijer to get them. I knew the wagon was still in the back of the car, so I decided to take it out to make room for the groceries. I had my wallet and keys in one hand, the wagon in the other, and I went to put the wagon on the porch. Here is what I think happened.
As I started to step up onto the porch, the tip of my shoe must have hit the edge of the porch. The forward momentum caused me to begin to lose my balance. I could feel myself starting to fall and I had no way to stop it. As I fell forward, the wagon also caught on the porch, causing it to twist toward me. I’m sure that is how the handle ended up hitting me in the mouth and giving me a fat lip. As I tried to process that pain, I continued to fall forward. It was a millisecond after being hit in the face that I felt the top of my head slam into the side of the house.
The entire family was at the front of the house, so they never even heard me fall. I was seeing stars for a minute, but was able to get up. I picked up my wallet and everything that spilled out of it, picked up the keys and began to drive to Meijer. The more I drove, the more I began to hurt. My lip was swelling up pretty good and I had a headache. I didn’t think too much on it, until the guy loading my groceries said, “Looks like you took a nice hit to the head.”
I looked at it in the mirror and I had taken a slice or two of skin off the top. When I arrived home I had Sam look at it and she told me I should go to the ER, because it was a hit to the head. I took some Tylenol and said I would wait for a bit. My headache was bad, but there was no other sign of a concussion. Saturday I woke with a pretty nasty scrape.
On Wednesday, the kids got their early Christmas present. I went and picked up the puppy.
She is a St. Bernard and Poodle mix. So, I guess you call them a St. Berdoodle or a St. Benardadoodle. I’m not sure. The breeder was calling her Holly, which I liked because of the holiday season. However, the kids decided that she is Mabel.
She seems to be fitting right in …
I forgot how much I love going outside in the cold so that puppies can go potty! The adventure begins.
Various Ramblings of a Nostalgic Italian 
Definitely keep an eye out for any symptoms of a concussion. They can show up up to a week later…
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Never a dull moment, glad you weren’t seriously hurt!
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Yikes , that’s a bit scary. Glad you didn’t do more damage to yourself tripping. Easy to screw up your rotator cuff or knees doing something like that…
Mabel’s a nice-looking pup! I hope she’ll be a great member of your family for many years
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You gotta watch yourself Keith!
Oh cool! How big will she get? When Martha was a puppy…it was a year of sheer terror…and then one day she just matured and that was that.
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I’m not sure, but an average is 90-140 pounds. Urgh. I have a feeling she’s going to be huge.
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Dude…from a guy with experience with 3 Saints…larger is better because they are usually really gentle, protect your children, and are usually lazy as hell. They also won’t eat you out of house and home…when they are grown…BUT…when they are puppies they WILL! So stock up on food…until they are grown.
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Thanks for the heads up. I wondered
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They are wonderful Keith….we will never get another kind of dog….even part them are the same.
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Damn, Keith, I’m glad you’re okay. Not that I want to be Mr. Smart Ass here, IMHO, you should have listened to Sam and gone to the ER, as much as that would have sucked. I mean, who wants to spend hours in the ER. But head injuries is nothing to fool around with. Okay, end of speech. Again, I’m glad it ended well!😀
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