It’s Murphy’s Law. The weather broke. It was time to clean up the yard, plant stuff and start the garden. In a nanosecond, a muscle in my back had a spasm (and not in a good way) and I’m out of commission for several days.
Tomato plants were looking at me with unhappy roots crowded in pots. A tropical water lily was begging to go back into the water. Weeds were asking to be pulled (ok, maybe they weren’t).
This body wasn’t cooperating. We cut down a tree and a trimmed half dead shrub before my body said, “No more. Not today. Maybe next week. Get the ice pack woman! Maybe a Starbucks too! (my body is very vocal)”
I was reminded of how precious health is. How it all changes fast.
The beloved husband had to do a lot of stuff that I normally do. I was reminded how grateful I am to have someone who didn’t roll his eyes or complain.
I was reminded that my cats like to eat no matter how my body is. Oh yes, they poop too.
I’m recovering nicely but here’s a shout out to everyone who lives with any chronic condition. I’ve no patience for illness but yet others manage without making everyone around them crazy. I am in awe of you. I prefer to make people crazy. It works for me.