Hi everyone having a hard time just feeling very down.

If anyone needs a laugh, have a read of this that I just found on Facebook. Long story but I had tears from laughing, what a way with words.... Enjoy it as it is just what I needed ??

So, last week, something pretty tragic happened in our household. It's taken me until now to wrap my head around it and find the words to describe the horror. It started off simple enough - something that's probably happened to most of you.

Sometime between midnight and 1:30am, our puppy Evie pooped on our rug in the living room. This is the only time she's done this, so it's probably just because we forgot to let her out before we went to bed that night. Now, if you have a detective's mind, you may be wondering how we know the poop occurred between midnight and 1:30am. We were asleep, so how do I know that time frame?

Why, friends, that's because our Roomba runs at 1:30am every night, while we sleep. And it found the poop. And so begins the Pooptastrophe. The poohpocalypse. The pooppening.

If you have a Roomba, please rid yourself of all distractions and absorb everything I'm about to tell you.

Do not, under any circumstances, let your Roomba run over dog poop. If the unthinkable does happen, and your Roomba runs over dog poop, stop it immediately and do not let it continue the cleaning cycle. Because if that happens, it will spread the dog poop over every conceivable surface within its reach, resulting in a home that closely resembles a Jackson Pollock poop painting.

It will be on your floorboards. It will be on your furniture legs. It will be on your carpets. It will be on your rugs. It will be on your kids' toy boxes. If it's near the floor, it will have poop on it. Those awesome wheels, which have a checkered surface for better traction, left 25-foot poop trails all over the house. Our lovable Roomba, who gets a careful cleaning every night, looked like it had been mudding. Yes, mudding - like what you do with a Jeep on a pipeline road. But in poop.

Then, when your four-year-old gets up at 3am to crawl into your bed, you'll wonder why he smells like dog poop. And you'll walk into the living room. And you'll wonder why the floor feels slightly gritty. And you'll see a brown-encrusted, vaguely Roomba-shaped thing sitting in the middle of the floor with a glowing green light, like everything's okay. Like it's proud of itself. You were still half-asleep until this point, but now you wake up pretty damn quickly.

And then the horror. Oh the horror.

So, first you clean the child. You scrub the poop off his feet and put him back in bed. But you don't bother cleaning your own feet, because you know what's coming. It's inevitable, and it's coming at you like a freight train. Some folks would shrug their shoulders and get back in bed to deal with it in the morning. But you're not one of those people - you can't go to sleep with that war zone of poop in the living room.

So you clean the Roomba. You toss it in the bathtub to let it soak. You pull it apart, piece-by-piece, wondering at what point you became an adult and assumed responsibility for 3:30am-Roomba-disassembly-poop-cleanups. By this point, the poop isn't just on your hands - it's smeared up to your elbows. You already heard the Roomba make that "whirlllllllllllllllll-boop-hisssssssss" noise that sounds like electronics dying, and you realize you forgot to pull the battery before getting it wet. More on that later.

Oh, and you're not just using profanity - you're inventing new types of profanity. You're saying things that would make Satan shudder in revulsion. You hope your kid stayed in bed, because if he hears you talking like this, there's no way he's not ending up in prison.

Then you get out the carpet shampooer. When you push it up to the rug - the rug that started it all - the shampooer just laughs at you. Because that rug is going in the trash, folks. But you shampoo it anyway, because your wife loved that damn rug, and you know she'll ask if you tried to clean it first.

Then you get out the paper towel rolls, idly wondering if you should invest in paper towel stock, and you blow through three or four rolls wiping up poop. Then you get the spray bottle with bleach water and hose down the floor boards to let them soak, because the poop has already dried. Then out comes the steam mop, and you take care of those 25-ft poop trails.

And then, because it's 6am, you go to bed. Let's finish this tomorrow, right?

The next day, you finish taking the Roomba apart, scraping out all the tiny flecks of poop, and after watching a few Youtube instructional videos, you remove the motherboard to wash it with a toothbrush. Then you bake it in the oven to dry. You put it all back together, and of course it doesn't work. Because you heard the "whirlllllllllllllll-boop-hissssssss" noise when it died its poopy death in the bathtub. But you hoped that maybe the Roomba gods would have mercy on you.

But there's a light at the end of the tunnel. After spending a week researching how to fix this damn $400 Roomba without spending $400 again - including refurb units, new motherboards, and new batteries - you finally decide to call the place where you bought it. That place called Hammacher Schlemmer. They have a funny name, but they have an awesome warranty. They claim it's for life, and it's for any reason.

So I called them and told the truth. My Roomba found dog poop and almost precipitated World War III.

And you know what they did? They offered to replace it. Yes, folks. They are replacing the Roomba that ran over dog poop and then died a poopy, watery death in the bathtub - by no fault of their own, of course.

And remember - don't let your Roomba run over

dog poop

I totally get being down...I have had plenty of highs and lows as well.  It's been helpful to do some of the activities that I enjoyed before even if it takes twice as long, things like making a delicious meal for msyelf.  I have become quite handy cooking from an office chair minus one little chopping snafu.  I also make little goals for myself each day which help me feel productive.  My dogs have also helped me stay sane; I'm not sure if talking to yourself is more weird than talking to dogs, but I suppose that's whad I'd be doing if I didn't have dogs.

I ruptured my achilles about 3 weeks ago in a soccer game and went the non-surgical route based on my doctors recommendations.  This was a really tough decision; my top concern was rerupturing, but my doctor said the most current stats were very similar.

Today I got my cast off and am now sporting a sweet new walking boot with 4 wedges.  I am using crutches, but I try to put a little weight on my bad leg and will hopefully increase the amount of weight over the next few days.  It feels nice to rest my "foot" on the ground, but the boot is quite heavy and bulky.

It has been really helpful to relate to others going through this so thank you to everyone for sharing!!  Also the poop roomba story was hilarious I was just chatting with my husband that a roomba might help us out with our shedding dogs.  

I just rupture my right Achilles on 07/27 playing tennis. I had my surgery on 08/02 and was schedule to go on a cruise to Bermuda on 08/06. The night before the cruise, I went to the emergency room and had them crack my cast on both side. That gave me great relief. While on the cruise ship, I had a mobile wheel chair, a knee scooter and crutches. My family really was a big help and I stay very medicated for the pain and swelling but had a great time.

Long story short , its 08/13 and I am able to drive and use my injury foot. Let me know if you would like to here more.

Larry

Had good news from the doctor - some improvement .. and she didn't hurt me this time! ;-P

She's started applying thecream that eats the 'bad stuff' (fibrina in Italian... am guessing it's some kind of pus like substance) ... But the tube it says to apply 3x a day .. whereas I go to the hospital just twice a week .. sound pointless to anyone?

I'm off to watch some Olympics - some great 'battles' so far!

I loved seeing the 21-yr old Italian clay pigeon shooter do so well against such seasoned competition (they all seemed to be at least 50).

And a Chinese runner - think the 400m - did great in the qualifiers.

And being British, I'm ever so proud of our cyclists :-)

Happy Sunday, all!

Great to find a forum with people going through the same.

Ruptured mine tendon on the 28th July, had surgery the 29th. Stayed in hospital for 2 days to control pain

I was back to the hospital Thursday just past and had stitches removed and foot slightly angled. Pain the next was a little bad. I am back in 2 weeks to be put into a boot with heels raisers. Which will be reduced over a 4 week period. I won't be able to bare any weight on it until the 8week period.

Anyone that has been in a boot do you still have swelling. Thinking if hiring the knee scooter ( Larry can you recommend this)

I am losing it having to sit around resting