I think it was the second day after surgery and I decided I was tired of this BS and had to get moving and fix myself with a good walk. I started out with my bucket hanging from a camera strap over my shoulder and walked briskly stretching myself a little more with every step. At about
1/4 mile I looked in my bag and was horrified to see it full of bits and blobs looking not unlike a spicy tomato gumbo. I actually gagged. I dumped the slop out on the side of the road so the neighborhood critters could enjoy it and slooowly walked home.
Lesson learned: Don't be a hero. Drink, walk, drink, walk but take little steps.
For $180 bucks you can get a dog collar actuated door so you won't have to bother your wife to let you out. Wear it around your ankle so the neighbors don't think this experience has turned you Goth.
Jeff
Post Edited (Worried Guy) : 9/17/2011 11:08:31 AM (GMT-6)