The Bloody Doors Off

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

TLDR: Walked the dog in the rain, took an umbrella instead of my cane to keep me balanced and my gait consistent.

I got a block and a half before I fucked it up. And like an idjit, I kept going along our usual nightly route because the poor girl has been really sick this week and today was the first day a spark returned to Maisie’s eyes.

I might have to resume wearing das boot tomorrow.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.

I will not leave the house again without my cane. Holyfuckinggodthishurts.