The Net Dog Blog

OK. I know I was a little hard on myself in my last blog. I was having a bad day and needed to vent. I'm in a much better mood now. :)

So this weekend was fun. After attending a rugby game (the Steelers lost yet again), Blake and I decided to pop into Iceland (the grocery store not the country) to fetch us some supplies for dinner. Blake was off picking out hamburger buns or something while I was off to frozen foods to get some french fries. By the time I noticed the box of strawberries in the middle of the aisle it was too late. SMACK! I was on my knees ... and not in a good way.

"You should sue," said the old man standing next to me. "That box shouldn't have been in the middle of the aisle," added his wife. I could already feel my knee swelling up but I could walk on it so I didn't see the need for litigation. They still informed the manager, who told me that they could file a report in case ... "Well, not that you are going to sue us or anything." I told him not to worry. I was fine and wasn't going to sue. Looking back, I should have filled out the report. Maybe it would have taught them to at least keep things out of the aisle. I'm inching toward the age where a fall like that could have left me with a broken hip or something!

After dinner, Blake announced that he wasn't feeling well and went to lie down. Meanwhile, I sat with my leg propped up and ice on my knee, watching Strip Search (a reality show where men gyrate all their clothes off to compete for spot on a male strip group ... WHAT FUN!). Around midnight, Blake emerged from the boudoir to have a vomit. Obviously something Blake ate wasn't agreeing with him. After his little episode, we went to bed thinking everything would be all right in the morning.

Now, those of you who know me well know that once I'm asleep I will sleep through anything so imagine my surprise at 5 AM when I was awakened by the sounds of Blake rummaging through dresser drawers. "I've been up sick all night," he told me. "I'm going to the hospital. The ambulance is on its way." Obviously I told him I would accompany him. Within minutes we were whisked away to St. Thomas' Hospital where we spent the next 11 hours sitting. Well, I was sitting; Blake was in a bed receiving fluids via the catheter in his hand. Luckily for most of it we had a room all to ourselves, because it sounded like a mad house out there. Drunk girls falling out of wheelchairs and naked bums cussing at everyone. I felt a little like Alice after she stepped through the looking glass.

Anyway, we're home now at least I am. Blake is packing for his week long trip to Budapest. I can't wait to hear what is wrong with him when he gets back. I, on the other hand, plan to stay in the house and avoid sharp objects and dodgy food items.

It's no wonder our friend Jason has taken to calling us Ache and Bled.