i just might puke

The last month has been jammed packed with lacrosse games, yard work, family parties, mentoring interns, and dealing with broken dog legs. The later = the reason I MUST blog right this minute.

If I look at Maya's battered leg one more moment,
I just might puke.

If my mind wanders to beautiful, sunny June 7th, playing ball with maya in the backyard turned emergency scene when she jumps too high and lands on what i thought was her back but was really her back left thigh,
I just might puke.

If I hear her bone creek or her staples tear from her skin,
I just might puke.

And if I hear anything that sounds remotely like a stick break to remind me of what I heard on the fateful afternoon,
I just might puke.

If I have to feed maya one more sedative to make her as limp as a rag doll and constantly look to see if she is still breathing,
I just might puke.

If I have to watch her lick at her shaved itchy body one more time,
I just might puke.

If I imagine that underneath all the swelling, there is a metal plate, 13 screws, and 8 wires,
I just might puke.

If I have to look into her sad sad puppy dog eyes when I have to put her in her crate with a cone collar,
I just might puke.

And if I think about having to deal with all of the above for the next two months (because I do),
I just might puke.