A Day In The Life Of...

Let me tell you about my day. Today, I awoke aching all over. I forced myself out of bed, believing a hot shower would ease the discomfort because it usually does...right? Nah, not today! I felt like I was in my mid-sixties, going into the hundreds step by boring step. So far, the feeling has not changed. It took forever to put the shopping away, having been delivered to my door. Even boiling the kettle was a chore. This is the fourth day of stiffness and pain. Before you tell me that I could feel worse, let me quote a dear friend's response to such a statement: "Ah, but your own headache is always the hardest to bear." Oh, if only I had a headache! It began like this.

Sunday is important to my husband and myself. We are usually busy with our church commitment and often a catch-up lunch with my side of the family. Praying, wining, dining, teasing, usually with a fair number of cuddles from two gorgeous nieces thrown in, is the pattern. Daddy had made a magnificent roast, followed by cheesecake and the trimmings. After a while and somewhat reluctantly, I glanced at the clock. I knew we had better get going as the others had duties to perform that the favourite Aunty and Uncle could not be involved with. I walked swiftly across to the other side of the family room and promptly fell face down to the floor. Had I drunk too much red lemonade? I was seriously thinking about this!

Dear brother informed me that the walk was steady; therefore, I had not imbibed too much. My darling looked concerned, saying nothing. I was pleased that after several attempts, I could get off my tail and walk steadily.
My left arm was singing a merry quip as it allowed the skin just at the elbow to turn a magnificent shade of purple, almost like a night sky. It has not worked out yet that daylight is here again, for the third time and it should respond accordingly. I had a similar fall about eight months ago where my right knee popped out for a walk to the other side of the leg. This second fall, by comparison, was bearable, mainly as the knee joint wandered back to its rightful place. I knew this because I walked around my brother's house, thankful for the wooden floor a much softer companion than kitchen tiles. The walk was, apart from the latest fall, pain-free.

Ouch, I dared to take a deep breath as I wrote the last sentence. I may have jarred a rib as I fell because it complains if I breathe too deeply. I must admit there have been worse days in my life than the one you have read about, but that is not, I say again not, inviting a repeat performance...ever I say ever again. Don't remind me that experiences like this do not come with an invitation, nor does it seem a warning. I can hear that rib laugh hysterically!