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I usually write a limerick for Esther Chilton Blog on a Monday. Last night I suddenly had a pain in my back. Why? I do not know but I don’t want it!
I wrote this in response to the word HOPE which is what the days prompt was.
I hope my back will be alright
It started hurting in the night
I took a pill
And hope it will
Be better by the morning light!
I hope it feels better soon. Its one thing after another!
Please provide…. ‘ xxxxxx’ said the email. Various documents for our insurance claim. So, you then realise you have too many documents. Piles and piles, because you don’t want to have identity theft and the shredder got too hot last time you used it….
So, going through pile four of eight lots you find one thing. You ask hubby if he knows where things are and he hands you something. So that’s two out of ten things you need…
I looked through it all. Found nothing else.. Rang up the shop we bought the thing from… Yes they can let us have a copy of something..
Then I looked at the table I’d got things on. There underneath everything was a crucial document. I hadn’t seen it before because I had put it upside down to write notes on the back! Phew!
Then I asked hubby because I can’t find another document. ‘that’s online ‘ he said. I found the email… What’s the password? ‘I don’t know’ came the reply.
Having a rest. Will ring Monday. Peeved.
Sleep heals
Gives you rest
Helps you to
Win the test
Sleep calms
And gives us ease
Reduces stress
It’s good to seize.
Sleep cures
Or at least defends
Against a world
Which worry sends.
Sleep is good
And makes a life
Acceptable
Despite all strife.
It’s over a month since I walked any distance, and only recently that I started driving any distance again.
It was because of a calf injury that happened while I was on a walk. The pain is only just resolving and I can bear weight on my leg again.
Now I think I’m getting cabin fever. I want to get out and start to walk again, as you get older you can quickly lose muscle mass.. And bones can get weaker too. So sometime soon I will be going out for a gentle wander, somewhere flat, but somewhere I can stretch my legs, see my small patch of the world again, and move on.
Aging, wrinkled
Face more ridged
Than a fingerprint.
Saggy, baggy
Loss of smooth
Crumpled, crinkled
Twisting, turning
Reshaping
You exchange
All your atoms
Every seven years?
Why are all mine
Second hand!
After almost a month I managed to get upstairs and go to bed last night. I knew it would be difficult sleeping after a month on my own. I didn’t realise how pointy elbows are, or how legs have sharp knees! So I wrote this little poem… !
Sleep, I need it
But elbows get in the way
Digging in my ribs
And back
Turning night into day.
What I mean is
I just have to say
That when you’ve
Spent a month alone
Sharing a bed again
Is full of elbows
And knees….
Sharp and pointy
Keeping me awake
Till dawn.
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Upstairs view! Not today’s, but I got upstairs for the first time in three and a half weeks!
The computer needed rebooting. The number of emails I’ve had was ridiculous. I’ve deleted a lot of them because they are well out of date.
I want to make the bed and tidy up. But just getting there is an achievement. I had to sit down for half an hour before I could limp back down again, but it’s good progress. I’ve just got to keep healing and getting better.
Tired, shaking, aching. Can’t rest, can’t get comfortable, can’t sleep. Too hot, too cold. Got a slight cough. Feeling miserable. Not ill. The injured calf muscle is difficult to position, too painful after three weeks. I’ve slept on the settee with my legs resting on cushions on a stool because straightening my leg makes it cramp up. My sleeping mask that I have to wear to keep my throat from stopping me breathing is rubbing on my nose and puffs of air from it disturb me as I try to nod off. Occasionally I’ve slept in an armchair instead, cushioned up and curled in a ball. I want to go to bed, upstairs. But I’m scared like the Grand old Duke of a Yorks men I will end up halfway. Neither up nor down.
Injury is not only frustrating, it’s confidence sapping too. You don’t trust yourself incase something happens to make it worse. So instead I’m sitting tapping on my phone. Dithering in the cool night air, wanting to be snuggled and comfy. Feeling fed up.
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was health. I could have drawn tablets or medicine but I decided to draw my sleep aponea mask. I have to wear it at night because I can stop breathing. It’s ungainly and uncomfortable but it gives me safety at night. Not something I can go camping in though! Pencil and ink sketch.
I had a shocking night last night. The pain in my leg means it’s hard to get comfortable. I can’t lie flat and if I lie on my side I have to put my legs on a footstool with pillows on it. I sometimes can’t get the levels right, so either my legs are too low and the edge of the settee digs in my thighs. The other way means my legs are too high and my knees feel twisted. I really, really, just want to get upstairs to bed. My shocked cat 🙀 plant holder shows what I think!
Mallaband-Brown