Continuing with my mishaps with cows and family (don’t know what is it between ‘em n me.Always, with absolutely no exception to the rule, I seem to be at the receiving end)
After I had stopped and yes, I mean stopped doing anything at all to upset a cow, I was viciously attacked by the brother of a cow! I mean how much can a person try and hide/avoid/run/sneak around these creatures in a country like ours where its their birthright to be wherever they wish to be!
A few years back I was walking down the street, lost in my thoughts about a case I was handling. I didn’t even notice the cows with their families around. All I knew was a weird sensation of my feet being lifted off the ground, whizzing past the shop signboards, landing with a thump face down on the road. I lay there helplessly, writhing in pain, unable to move and watched as the bull charged at me again. Thank God someone had sense to shoo the creature away and pull me out of harm’s way.
I struggled to my feet, somehow made it home n then collapsed as I entered home. For two days I was laid up in bed with fever and severe body ache with suspected vertebral fracture and the tension n thoughts of “its all over” haunting me as I drifted in and out of my sedative n pain killer induced sleep.
Thank God for small mercies, I escaped without any permanent damage to my vertebrae. The fact that I couldn’t sit on my derričre for a long time without pain shooting through my body was more welcome than the thought of being paralyzed for life.
Anyway have come a long way since then and still believe that Mad Cow Disease has more to it than meets the eye or in my case, my butt!
Any cows n family out there listening to me, a big moooooo to u guys…I’ll survive!