It was mostly a pleasant Sunday. Out to lunch for Grandma’s birthday and a lovely walk with the dogs and my prince. All was going well until I went to silence the beeping of a washing machine full of clean towels and stumbled upon one of those accidents with my name on it.
Lucy is just a little beagle, thanks to the cavalier in her.
The only thing in the world that Lucy likes more than attention is food. Sam gets fed in the laundry because if they are fed in the same place she gulps hers down and then finishes off his. She can be quite the bossy britches at times. An adorable bossy britches.
When she gets the chance, she still insists on running into the laundry and cleaning Sam’s empty bowl. She must have decided to do this when I put those towels on to wash. Little dogs can be like silent ninjas.
Everything beeps these days. It used to be just the microwave that yelled at me but nowadays most of the appliances have picked up this habit. Ok, it’s handy, but that’s beside the point.
I wanted to silence the washing machine quickly. Too quickly. As I attempted to rush through the door, it crashed into the little beagle on the other side and I crashed into it. My first worry was for Lucy, but apart from sliding across the floor and getting a surprise, she was fine.
The pain was instantaneous, but had some shock to cushion its arrival. Over the next day it began to show its anger at being summoned by increasing almost hourly. It’s a very strange feeling, my body is extremely sore from my right cheek to my right toes and feels completely lopsided.
The only Feldenkrais that I have been able to handle is a little bit of breathing. Laying on the floor is too uncomfortable and it’s hard to move when half of my body feels strained and inflamed.
I had an doctor’s appointment yesterday and that trip into town set the pain and symptoms off with more force than the day before. I only had to walk one city block, however that was enough to have me hobbling in agony.
Naturally, the limping cause stabbing pains through my left foot and ankle. I just don’t have any body parts that are functional enough to pick up the slack of their injured colleagues. One dud part usually means that the whole system starts to fail.
I made it through my appointment and the very slow journey back to the car. Being on Collins street at lunch time was kind of terrifying. I was very wobbly but trying to walk as straight as possible and not shoulder bump with anyone. Thankfully, I succeeded as I fear a bump would probably have sent me sprawling and not helped the situation in the slightest.
Once home, I popped some painkillers and spent the rest of the day on the bed. It’s not particularly comfortable to lay down, but marginally more so than sitting on the couch. I enjoyed the sun that was streaming through the window (for a change) and napped.
Despite being very upset when I first woke up in exacerbated pain on Monday morning, my mood has actually been fairly balanced. I really just have to laugh. Here I am, finally feeling better after ditching a medication, finally enjoying a sewing regime and I go and hurt myself. It’s so typical of me that I really can’t let accidents upset me too much anymore – I’d have to be upset all the time.
I am still very excited to be going out to see Lissie tomorrow night! This setback will not stop me, it just means that I’ll have to enjoy myself wheelchair style. It’s pretty much impossible not to get bumped at a gig without one of those and I really don’t want a repeat of what happened when I tried to walk yesterday. I need my right side to settle down so that I can work with it and get things realigned.
I hope that I can get stuck into a good book today. I feel like reading, but finding a comfortable position in which to do so has proven difficult. Even moving my eyes from side to side triggers the pain, so I have to take it extremely easy. I might have to settle for the distraction of television today. Perhaps a bath if I feel capable of getting in and out of it later.
But tomorrow….I rock!
Love & Accidents,