So, as you all may know, I bought one of those dandy storage barns to clear all the boxes and whatnot out of my third bedroom to make it habitable once again. I also did the same for the rest of the house since I seem to horde things.
My mistake was thinking I could handle everything on my own. Not taking my current spinal injury into account, I seem to have overdone it. On one of my trips to the storage barn with boxes loaded in my arms, I fell backwards out of the barn (it has a sizeable step and I have no cinder blocks at the moments to make a makeshift set of stairs).
So, pain is in full force. So much so, that at 5am this morning, I was huddled over my desk, near in tears, from the pain. And I have a very high pain threashold and rarely cry. I ended up taking two of every pain killer I have and dragging myself to bed when they started easing the pain. And when I say ‘dragging myself’…well…if it were not for walls to hold on to, I very likely would have had to crawl on hands and knees.
I have not been called with my MRI date as of yet, so I have no clue when this surgery is going to go down. I am thinking January. Another whole month of this pain. Sure, I could take it easy, but thats just not me. I have 3 kids living here with me now (kids = they are pushing 30 ) and I feel I have to take care of them all. Only one is mine!!! But, I tend to be a mother goose. That being said, you need to understand that I like my house kept a certain way. Wipe down all the counters, dont leave the bread bag open, CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF…and clean as you cook. Put things back where you found them.
This is not happening in my house, adding to my stress and tension. I dont want to be mean or rude, especially to my new sons, but lawdy, my own child knows these things and is not conveying to them just how important my routines and way of doing things is important to me. Yes, she can be selfish. Typical of her age, in a new relationship and so on.
I got myself in over my head with all this. I have boxes of things still left to go into the barn, all stacked up in front of the dining room table and patio door. I keep tripping over things. One of these boys could be taking this stuff out for me. I dont care that its raining, and will continue to rain for the next 7 days. (yes, we went from a ‘burn ban’ to a ‘flood warning’ in two days. Only in the south)
I can get no decent writing done. My head cant focus on plotting and whatnot. I am shaking, and I dont know whether its from being chilly, or from being in pain. At 5am, I knew it was from the pain. It felt as if I sat still, my spine would burst out of my back.
Wow…I’m SUCH a whiner today!!!
I’m allowed to whine sometimes, right? Someone tell me its okay…~nods~
Thank you for reading, and send some healing thoughts my way if you wouldnt mind.
Be sweet, my lovelies.