Bed was a struggle. It was not easy to find a comfortable position and getting in and out and even changing position was agonizing. But with Ibuprofen I did manage to sleep and woke up this morning in a little less pain. As I texted the kids- I didn’t have to muffle my screams of pain once so...winning.
The fact is that I did truly injure myself and it’s going to take some time to recover. And I am going to have to walk the fine line of being too sedentary and trying to do too much. This probably means no bean picking or chicken coop cleaning or laundry carrying or the throwing about of iron skillets for awhile.
I spent a lot of time today in Mr. Moon’s chair with many pillows and Maurice. The man went to the Hilltop and got us a lunch and that was amazing. Fried shrimp sandwiches and potato salad. It’s been forever since we’ve eaten anything like that. And then I went to bed and slept for two hours.
While I was asleep Rachel dropped off enough food for us to eat for a week. An entire roast chicken with potatoes and carrots, Parmesan and garlic spinach, cheese grits and brownies. And a card. And flowers.
I could have wept with gratitude.
It’s been raining on and off all day. Pressure systems and possible storms appear to be surrounding us from all the seas and oceans and it is that time of year. Do I even need to say that the hurricane lilies will be popping up in a few weeks?
In chicken news, when Mr. moon went out to help Dearie into the baby coop last night she had already flown in herself and this morning she flew out by herself.
She is growing up!
It is still drizzling. I am sure the beans are way overdue for picking and I don’t even feel up to sitting and shelling field peas. I have to remember that’s okay. My job right now is to breathe and rest. It’s hard but a good reminder that the world moves on with or without my active participation.
We will eat some of Rachel’s delicious dinner. I will be grateful.