I guess pain will do that.
Last night was another nightmare and I realized that I have to sleep in Mr. Moon’s chair. The bed is just too hard to move in and get out of. I did sleep in it for a few hours but when I woke up I needed to get up and pee and take more medication and I swear- it took at least twenty minute to slowly glacier my way out. My muscles had all frozen up and the pain in my ribs screamed. When I finally got free I walked around for a little while, and then resettled in The Chair and that was much better.
I am not telling you any of this for sympathy. This is just what happens when you injure yourself. I keep thinking about how lucky I am, really. The only times in my life I’ve really experienced pain are when I had a kidney stone, when I broke my wrist, and in childbirth.
So I’m due. And knowing why I’m in pain really does help somehow. There’s a reason. I will heal. It will end.
I got a great email from an old friend who had broken her rib awhile back. In it she advised me to spend most of my time
Including nights in a comfortable reclining chair for the next few weeks, to binge watch something but not too funny because laughing hurts, to not be afraid to take the drugs, to take a laxative, to let people wait on me, to just get comfortable and heal.
And that sounds like the perfect advice from one who has been there. It really does help.
Mr. Moon is being so good. He is absolutely waiting on me and is going to have learned a little about cooking before this is all over. Last night he fixed us up a frozen pizza with extra vegetables and it was amazing. I had hardly eaten all day and for some reason that pizza was perfect. He’s smoked a pork loin today big enough to serve twenty and is going to cook some green beans and potatoes to go with it. We will not starve but it’s hard for me to let him take on these chores. It is not the usual order of things but I am learning. It is okay to ask for help and just because I could do something does not mean I should.
Jessie was working today and Vergil brought August and Levon out for a little socially distant visit. They also brought me a vase full of Jessie’s gorgeous zinnias. Purples and reds and oranges and yellows and magentas. As cheerful and colorful as a brand new box of crayons. It was so good to see them. August discussed how he wants Boppy to get him a real screwdriver that will screw real screws so that he can help to rebuild the play set that the tree took out last year. All of this “When this coronavirus is over.”
He’s been saying lately that he wants us to adopt him. I feel certain that what this means to him is that he could come and stay for endless days of TV and treaties and all of our attention. Glen said that he brought that up a few times when they were out picking beans together. And what his grandfather said was perfect. He told August that we don’t have to adopt him. That he is already our son. Our GRAND son and that he can come and stay with us always as long as we are here.
After “this corona virus.”
I was a bit weepy today. I told Glen that it reminded me of how midwives always say that on the third day after the baby arrives, the milk and tears both come in. I had an accident, not a baby, and no milk has come in, of course (that would be so wrong) but the tears have. I’m not crying for any specific reason, just the overwhelming emotion of it all.
Okay- here’s something so sweet- Mr. Moon just asked me if he needs to feed the sourdough starter.
I’m a lucky woman.
But I’ll tell you something that is going to have to be attended to and SOON- if I don’t get at least a foot of my hair cut off I am going to lose my mind.
I bet my husband can do that too. He can do anything.
I’m not being good at all about answering comments right now but trust me when I say that they’ve never meant more to me.
Real True Love...Ms. Moon