!Over the dog --- agk's phlog 1 June 2021 @ 2308 --- written on x61, nose snotty with seasonal allergies --- Evy's powerful pregnant. We took a night walk down to the creek with her sister and her sister's husband. I took their dog's leash and started to run. The dog, a muscular large short-hair mutt, wanted to sprint. We did. The beast swerved in front of me and stopped. My momentum carried me face-first to skid on the asphalt. At home I scrubbed stones and grit from facial, shoulder, and knee abrasions with soap and gauze squares, periodically howling a little from pain, Heilung's Lifa concert turned up high; non- pharmaceutical pain control working synergistically with remaining endorphins fron the fall. I took one day off to give my sprained neck time to recover and the inflammation of my sprained ankle to go down. I ate sardines and bell peppers, made broth with gelatin, nettles, shitake, mullein, and comfrey, and swallowed lysine tablets. I wished there was yarrow and plaintain out back. Evy did the relevant assessments from Common Simple Emergencies, a standard reference I host on my SDF website for occasions like these. When I went back to work my eye was swollen shut, ankle wrapped under my boot, abrasions dressed with telfa gauze and paper tape. "What happened to you, Ms. Anna?" asked adolescent boys. "Picked a fight with a sidewalk," I said. "Sidewalk lost." After 12 hours I hurt all over. The child unit coded. Scooby and Scrappy were at it in the hallway. "What you upset about?" I asked Scrap. "Nothing," he said. He's eight years old and can cuss like a grown man and kick holes in walls. "Gotta be something," I said. "My dad just died," he said. He had lived with his dad. He didn't know how his dad died. He got to make one five-minute call a day. After getting the news, he was expected to sit and watch Teen Titans Go and color with the other kids, as if nothing happened. Social worker was trying to get him placed with grandparents. I don't know if he knew about that. "I'd be upset, too," I said.