The TFL tear has put me out of commission for awhile. I did my first look in the mirror since Monday when I felt it give and was met with this lovely softball sized bruise. I dug out the old crutches and ice packs and began what felt like an old familiar routine. I spent many a month on the floor on Basil’s Orthopedic dog bed prior to my back surgery. Today it put me in the best position to apply pressure and ice. I have to admit that I’m pretty sick of being injured. The past three years have been a few for the books. Even the dogs seemed to remember the old routine: Icing, staring at my pad and puppy piles. Gotta let this one heal up good and then strengthen it. Time to change farm directions.