Monday, February 25, 2013

I Feel Insulted

I shouldn't be sitting up. I should be back in bed. I know it and I will go there soon.
This is a weird injury and it is, as they say, an "insult" to the body. I can feel my body being insulted, if you will, and it responds with a slight feeling of nausea, a bit of a shaky feeling.

I have actually called to make an appointment with a man who is known as something of a joint wizard around these parts. I have been wanting to call him for years about my wrist but have not because, well, I don't do well at calling for appointments and so now the issue is forced and I called and got voice mail but I left a message with my name and my number and so I have done that. I really have. But today I want to do mostly what I did yesterday, which is to rest, to ice.
I read an entire book yesterday and then finished another which I had started and then interrupted. I guess there will be more of that today. It has been raining off and on for three days and I am not tired of that. I woke up at four this morning and it was pouring and all I could think of was the long, long roots of the live oaks, the deep aquifers underneath us, all of that ground, taking it all in, restocking, restoring and I was glad for that rain.

I think I will hobble slowly out to the chickens now and let them out. I hear that yesterday Mr. Moon and Owen came up with a new game which was to feed apple pieces to the chickens through the holes in the kitchen's screen door which is hysterical. I wish I had seen that and I have a feeling that my tiny kitchen porch is going to be shat upon by patiently waiting chickens from here on out.

Owen was so sweet to me yesterday. He kept coming into the room where I was and saying, "Mer-Mer, I so sorry you not feel well."
At one point he got up in the bed with me and told me that he had a boo-boo too and that he needed to lay down as well. He showed me a tiny scratch on his wrist and for at least twenty seconds he rested beside me, sharing the experience of being laid-up. We also read A Giraffe And A Half again and I am more than glad that he is taking an interest in stories.

All right. It is time. But first- did you watch any of the Oscars last night? I swear to you, I do not get that show. I will tell you the moment which resounded most with me though- it was when Catherine Zeta Jones was dancing and singing and as she swung those beautiful hips about and thrust them this way and that, I thought, "Oh honey. Be careful."

I swear. I think I have a little PTSD from that weird and crazy "pop" the other night as I danced. It felt like an entire lifetime of dancing had just been quite dramatically put to an end. For someone who has always said that dancing is her favorite form of prayer, this is devastating.

Here's the fortune I got in my cookie last night.



Sorry it's sideways. It says, "For greater returns, avoid being too risky this week."

I think that is grand advice.

Love...Ms. Moon



13 comments:

  1. It's just awful, falling to pieces, and even more insulting to have it happen while you were having fun. I hope you're pain free and back in business soon.
    It really sucks how low the bar falls on risk as our bodies age - stairs? I'm dreaming of a one story house before one of my knees does what your hip did.
    Thank goodness for those grandboys to give you hugs.

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  2. I'm SO glad you're resting. It's a hard thing for a care-taking sort of person to take care of herself. But it's exactly what you should be doing.

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  3. rest up and read...... see it as prep before spring when the sun gets it's hat on....hopefully.....freezing in London!!

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  4. Oh, I love when people post fortune cookie fortunes, and yours is a good one. I'm glad that you're feeling a bit better and hope you're a lot better very, very soon.

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  5. I'm so sorry you were injured while dancing. Injurious, indeed. Reminds me of the time after I'd had my first baby when a great song came on at a Halloween party and I started jumping. Then I realized my body wasn't going to allow me to jump without peeing anymore.

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  6. I don't know if this will cure you, but it may make you laugh......
    Do you, perchance, have an old girdle in the bottom of your lingerie drawer?

    If you do, you might want to try it to see if it helps your hip. From one who is constantly damaging herself, I have found that binding things up tightly sometimes helps. As long as you do not dislocate some other joint in trying to pull it on......

    Don't despair, my dear ....I bet you will still be able to dance some day. (I am NOT making fun of your condition.....I know what it is like to hurt.)

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  7. I love reading entire books on rainy afternoons. Was it a good one?

    I'm sorry your hip is hurting. I guess Footloose was right...dancing can be dangerous.

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  8. Maybe it's time for an x-ray? You know, bones and joints and women of our age and so on. Just saying. Hope all will be better soon.

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  9. Goof for you for resting and making the phone call. I know that is psychically hard for you. But you are doing it.

    That fortune is so spot on, I would play the lotto numbers on the back.

    Get well soon.
    xo

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  10. Well, hell, what isn't risky? I mean there's cholesterol and stairs and drinking and falling in love and being broken-hearted and giving birth and watching them leave and come back.

    Well, sheesh.

    Honey, if I were there, I'd rub you with arnica and pray to the goddess of hips that yours will be restored soon.

    I bet you have a few offers closer to home.

    XXX Beth

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  11. That just adds insult to your injury and fuel to the fire. I am glad you made that call. Sometimes seeing a dr is necessary. I hope they can help figure this out. With dear Owen by your side. S Jo

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  12. Mel- When we talk about the house we're going to build
    in Apalachicola, we know it has to be two stories due to the lot size. And...sigh...we're going to put in an elevator. Jesus.

    Lora- In this case, it was made abundantly clear that I needed to rest. Funny how that can happen.

    Young At Heart- Warmish here. And still raining. I hope to be back full-hearted and full force by the time the wisteria blooms.

    Elizabeth- I think I shall be. I love Fortune Cookie Fortunes. There's just something so random and lovely about them.

    Vesuvius At Home- I wish I had no idea what you were talking about. But I do.

    Lo- Oh god. No. No girdle. And I probably would dislocate something putting one on. But that's a good idea, nonetheless. No one tells you how much just plain old PAIN is involved in aging. Why is that?

    Melissa- Hey babe. I put your blog on my blog roll. I love your writing. The book I read WAS good. Jami Attenberg's first novel. I recommend her.

    Sabine- Going to a sort-of doctor tomorrow. We shall see what he says.

    Ms. Fleur- If I only played the lottery I might!

    Beth Coyote- You are right in all regards and I think that if you could just lay hands on me, you would heal me. Oh. I wish. Happy birthday, darling woman!

    Sweet Jo- You ARE sweet. Thank you.

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  13. The older I get, the more I hate it. It simply sucks and I see nothing redeeming about falling apart or losing one's mind. The golden years are a hoax.

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