A Little Change in Plans
Thursday morning, I went up in the attic to find a couple of boxes of "new" glass ornaments to take for our Family Christmas activity. Missy M had planned that we would make ornaments, so I had volunteered that I thought I had some glass ornaments for one of the projects she had in mind: "Swirl-painted" ornaments, where you pour acrylic paint into glass ornaments, swirl it around inside, then let it drain out. Gorgeous. Anyway, I thought they were in one of the Christmas storage boxes that we hadn't even opened since the move (we weren't going to be here, remember?). Big plans. Boxes. Bad back. You know where this story is going, don't you?
Fortunately, after being brought to my knees by the figurative/proverbial 2 x 4 in the small of my back (ask anyone with a bad back what an episode feels like, invariably that person will describe it as being "hit with something heavy"...a 2 x 4, a sledgehammer, whatever...), I retired (with much help down the stairs from Mr. T, who was working in his home office on Floor #2 here at Maison de l'Lunn-Adsits...as luck would have it) to my side of the bed with the hot water bottle and a large bottle of muscle relaxers...Zanaflex, marvelous stuff. Say goodnight, Patricia.
Thursday and Friday just a blur of pain and pain killers. Saturday, a little move movement without as much pain...making progress. Sunday...a bit better still. Today...up and about, albeit a bit slower and stiffer than usual. Will try to stay quiet...do a little knitting, which Mr. T observed was the problem all along: I was "sick" because he hadn't seen any needles or yarn in my hands in a few days. I'll do all I can to fix that!
Still, we had to make the decision to cancel our Christmas trip North, and ask Missy M if she could head South instead. Couldn't envision sitting in a car seat for an 8-hour drive, much less driving for that great distance. Good fortune continues to shine: she'll be here today, roads permitting.