It was Friday night about 6pm. The plan was to have everything in the suburban for the trip to Haiti and to be in bed by 8pm so that 4am wouldn't come so early. The suitcases were in the suburban and I was finishing up on the backpacks for the airplane.
My youngest 2 kids were acting up, I am sure it had to do with knowing mom was leaving them for 9 days. I had just finished breaking up another fight between them and was on my way back downstairs (main floor) to finish up the backpacks.
Coming down the stairs I heard someone getting into the backpacks. As I got closer I seen the butt of our coon hound (120# dog who is led by his nose) and knew that wasn't good. Sure enough Gunner was helping himself to the snacks in the backpacks, wrappers and all. In my hurry to get him out of them I swung my arm at his butt in a back-handed fashion and I caught his hip bone with my lower arm. I completely broke through my unla
(the smaller of the 2 bones in my fore arm) about 2 inches away from my wrist. My whole arm felt like it was on fire.
Side-note... Gunner kept on eating until one of the kids pulled him off the food.
The kids called Mark in the house and he could see right away from the instant swelling and my intense pain that we needed to go to the ER.
Even I could read the x-ray. It was so obvious.
Gunner still thinks he is my bestest friend and has to be by me... that or he was just taking advantage of the shade.
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