I do believe I am back in the bed for good now. Or at least until I break another rib which is hopefully NEVER. Last night I just made up my mind that it was time and I slept very well for nine hours. I discovered something that helped, though. I had been thinking for some reason that raising my head and shoulders would be better for my ribs but last night I thought about how in the chair I didn't use any pillows under my head and although the recliner does elevate the head a little bit in its furthest-back position, it's not much. So I took out all but one pillow and that did the trick.
And there you go.
Every day I feel better and better and today I cleaned out the hen house (and found seven lovely eggs), pruned the other spirea, and did a little weed-pulling in the garden, getting things ready for the fall plantings. None of this was very physically challenging but when I think back to the first week after I fell and remember how weak and lousy I felt, not even up to shelling beans as I sat in that chair and watched "The Office" I am rather amazed.
Oh! And I picked...BEANS! And peppers.
After the last picking of the green beans, I had thought that they were done but after I dumped the chicken hay in with the compost I saw that there were still some hanging from the almost dead-looking vines and so I picked all I could hold in my hands and later went back with my basket and picked more. Some of them are way over ripe but I just shell those and we eat the nice beans inside. I cooked the last ones I had in the refrigerator last night and mixed them with the lovely vinaigrette I've been making and added all of that to a nice salad with spinach and tomatoes and pine nuts. And now I have more! We are still not tired of them.
Jessie and the boys were going to come over this evening for a slumber party and to let Vergil get some work done in the attic at their house that he needs to do but we got a text from Jessie today that August had been throwing up.
WHAT?!
I mean, seriously. How can any of us catch anything with all of this isolation going on?
Such a bummer. Isn't he getting long? I'm sure he'll be fine. He was already bored when she took this picture. She said at one point this morning he swore he was SO hungry and she reluctantly let him have some cereal which resulted in her having to do a lot more laundry. Kids are so good at getting their puke everywhere, aren't they? Every mother in the world knows all about this. And some dads, too, I'm sure.
Mr. Moon has been pretty busy today. In fact, before I even got up he'd been to town and come back. He needed to do a little business with a tire store and while I was still drinking coffee he met with a guy who'd come over to check out the spaces for the doors that we're finally getting on the Garage Mahal.
This is pretty huge. For the past sixteen years my husband has been saying, "Well, I think I'm about ready to get some doors for the garage."
I would just nod and mumble something like, "Okay, dear," and get on with what I was doing but it's really going to happen. We're about to have our ten millionth quiet evening at home. I have absolutely no problem with that at all. Supper, some TV, and then sleeping in a bed.
Sounds really good to me.
I better get on with the supper part of the evening. Might do a little crocheting. Who knows?
Y'all take care.
Love...Ms. Moon
Yippee! A comfortable night in bed! I am SO thrilled to hear it. Been a long time coming indeed.....
ReplyDeletePoor August. Well....normally children recover quickly so I hope he's on the mend currently. Ah yes, the quiet evening with dinner, TV, early bed with book...... same old....but very comforting for body and spirit
And you mentioned one of your other characters Sheik. Have you seen him? or yearn to? since he moved to Monticello? all with such distinct names.
Much love. Susan M
I haven't seen the Sheik in forever and I do wonder about him. I think August is doing better today.
DeleteIt is so nice to be back in the bed.
I bet that pretty lavender afghan has inspired crocheting!
ReplyDeleteIt is so good to have been laid low, and to creep and creep back to feeling the high of feeling good again. Wonderful stuff. Hope you had a martini. Or was that last night?
Friday night is martini night. Sometimes Sunday is too!
DeleteI am so grateful to feel so much better. It's just crazy how fast that time went.
that lad is LONG! a spaghetti boy! Ahhhh, bed, I love going to bed, window wide open, clean fresh-air sheets, It is the best holiday! Like some one loves me- it is myself.. Congratulations for healing your ribs so well and really pretty quickly! You are a picture of fine health! Must be all of those beans.
ReplyDeleteI think the thing I missed the most was that feeling of crawling into bed with my book. It was okay to get in the chair with my book but just not the same somehow.
DeleteAugust IS a spaghetti boy!
I guess I must be relatively healthy to have healed up on schedule.
Beautiful bed, very good for sweet dreaming...Have a lovely night.
ReplyDeleteSweet AND crazy dreaming. Both. Sometimes at the same time!
DeleteI love that bed photo -- it's so lovely and peaceful. And I cannot believe how big that boy has gotten! He's like a mini Mr. Moon, isn't he?
ReplyDeleteHe's like a mini Vergil, too. Both of them were long, skinny boys. I love my bed with all my pillows. Some of them are ancient but they are beloved.
DeleteGarage Mahal? Not only will it need new doors but a massive white dome and a reflecting pool too.
ReplyDeleteOh, it has those.
DeleteHaha!
Nah. It's just so huge that we named it the Garage Mahal a long time ago.
I do love a photo of a serene white bed. Glad you're back in it! It's a good sign.
ReplyDeleteIt is, Jo!
DeleteVomiting children...who can forget those years. My DD can handle just about anything you throw at her but not vomiting. Luckily, DSiL doesn't mind taking care of those situations. Her problem is that she starts gagging and then gets sick herself. The results are not helpful to the situation. To say the least.
ReplyDeleteI think that vomit is probably the most vomit-inducing body fluid there is. I tease my husband because he can gut and skin a deer but he can't deal with vomit. I'm glad your son-in-law can take care of the puke in that family!
DeleteThe "Garage Mahal" -- ha! I love it. So sorry to hear about August's illness. That's a drag, but I'm sure it will pass quickly, as kids' stomach bugs often seem to. Glad you're feeling better!
ReplyDeleteYeah. He's fine.
DeleteAnd thanks- I really am feeling better.
I don't know if my lack of motivation is caused by the heat and misery that is this summer or by the curtailment of all my previous activities besides working in the yard and see the first part of this sentence. maybe both. I'm trying to fixing up the new shop room. brought two empty boxes home to fill on Friday and yet have not put one single item in either one. I'm so glad you are healed! or nearly so that it makes no difference.
ReplyDeleteI think that a lot of us are feeling unmotivated because we just don't know what's going to hit us next. Why make plans when the world appears to be crumbling around us?
DeleteJust a theory.
Glad you're feeling better now - sleeping in your own bed is a big step. And yep, kids and projectile vomiting are always such fun. I hope August is feeling better now too!
ReplyDeleteThe Exorcist got it right for true horror when that child started projectile vomiting pea soup. I wish I'd never seen that movie!
DeleteYou’re back in your bed! And back doing all your pioneer woman activities too! My dear, you are a champion healer. And I’m so glad for it.
ReplyDeleteI can tell that I still have a little way to go before the ribs are completely healed but overall, I'm good.
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