Thursday, September 14, 2006
For years, my kids have suggested that I might be suffering from “old-timer’s disease.”
Some days, I think they might be teasing and some days, I think they might be right.
For years, I have “suffered” with plain, ole regular osteoarthritis. Over the weekend and in the early part of the week I decided that I’d better make an appointment to go see a specialist as practically overnight I’d gone from “achy-breaky” to intense pain, especially at night after I went to bed. I literally could not turn over in bed without agonizing pain — naturally, being an insomniac anyway I didn’t sleep much either — which often leads to random imaginings, etc.
My random imaginings included hip transplants, etc.
Tuesday morning, I moved my arm “wrong” and it was still sore. Then, a huge light bulb went off over my head.
Of course my shoulder was stiff and sore — and of course my hip and leg were hurting horribly!
I’m not suffering from an onset of horrible life-threatening arthritis — I’m suffering because I slid down in the mud early Saturday morning!
I’d walked over to my daughter’s house, across the drive and up the gentle slope of her gravel/brick sidewalk.
Coming back home, on the muddy, gentle slope of her gravel/mud/brick sidewalk, my Crocs slid right out from under me, with my feet still in them.
Miraculously, I managed to land with only my feet and one arm in the mud. I probably looked like I was trying to play that old game “Twister,” but most of my body was held up by various contortions out of the mud.
I went back in the house and idly thought — I’m gonna be sore from that tomorrow — then promptly forgot about it.
Saturday was a pretty good day after that. Gremlin and I went up for a bit while the Harmontown Civic Club got ready for a benefit auction, flea market, barbecue dinner for Morgan Shaw.
After that, Grem and I headed to Oxford, ate lunch out and went to the Piecemakers Quilt Guild meeting. Just a regular, peaceful Saturday.
Sunday was a pretty good day also — we had lunch at church (our “new” preacher’s wife, Laurie Barton, always brings a new and delicious recipe!) and my oldest brother came down for the afternoon.
And of course, I had my traditional Sunday afternoon nap.
My peaceful weekend ended abruptly Sunday night when I went to bed and discovered that I was stricken with horrible pain while lying down...
Now, ask me why it took three days to remember I fell down...
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