I have a bruise the size of a Smithfield ham over my left shoulder and across my chest. I'm lucky I wasn't wearing an underwire, lol. It hurts, although at this point it's just me whining. I don't have any upper body strength and it's driving me nuts.
I tried to disjoint a chicken--an easy job that used to take five minutes and recently took ten, with me swearing and sawing away at the breast like a lumberjack. I also couldn't grab the detergent. Another one of those, "What do you mean, I can't?" moments. My car is totaled. Those Geico people were fast. Less than a 24 hour turnaround.
I thought about life, writing and my kids today, and how sometimes it feels a little bit like I'm running in mud. I'm going nowhere fast, but there are no regrets. I'm spending time I should have spent years ago, trying to connect with the people who mean the most to me. And I'm writing again, always a good thing. Although I think that's just because I'm afraid to lie down.
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*wince* That sounds painful, so feel free to whine all you want to.
Look on the bright side, if you can't lift detergent then you can't do laundry. :D
I hope they gave you some pain meds, and I hope they're good ones. You need to get some rest.
I'm just glad I get to read MORE of your writing.
Can you be a little more careful? I do want to read lots more of your books. Kay?
Something like this does bring up what's essential and puts things in perspective. Thanks for sharing that. Hope you can ice the swelling and rest a lot. :o)
Just posting a verbal hug. If you can, get into a warm bath with epson salts. They will help ease some of the pain and stiffness. I was in physio for a year after a car accident. They are no fun at all.
Oy, Sweetie, I had not idea! Lots of healing thoughts coming your way! And I'm happy you're writing again!
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