Sunday, May 4, 2014
written on Monday, May 26, 2014 -- yes, I have some catching up to do!
This day starts as any normal Sunday - alarm goes off, getting up, shower, dress, church.
We still have Corgan for a change, though, and that makes it a little different. When I get back from church, we gather things together for a picnic lunch with the family at Chilo Park. We stop at Felicity IGA for a few last minute things, and off we went for a very nice lunch!
This time, since we went for lunch and not supper, the museum was open and I got to go in there and look through it. It has been open on other times, but I never felt that it would be open long enough so I could look to my heart's content, and today, I could, so I did, and then, of course, we did the Nature Trail walk. I had my pedometer with me and it said that I walked over 6000 steps all day long, but I'm not sure that I reset it before we started out, so it may not really be true. I am pretty sure, though, with the museum and all, that I DID walk over two miles, though!
Ron and I got back home, and he piddled around outside, as he does, and I came in and got on the pute, as I do. He came in once and asked if I'd help him get the toter (trash can/dumpster/hauler) into the back of the truck when he was ready, so he could take it to work tomorrow and dump it. It was full of yard waste and pretty darn heavy and he wasn't sure he could lift it by himself. Let me tell you - if Ron thinks it's heavy, that sucker is pretty damn heavy! I told him I would, but remember I'm not much help, just let me know when, and we each went about our business.
As it got to be evening, he came in once again (for a potty break) and we talked about what to have supper. In the end, we decided to drive down the road - he needed gasoline in both his truck and for the mower, and it's so much cheaper down in Amelia. When we went, after getting the gasoline, we went to Bob Evans for supper because he was going to try their 'broasted' chicken - he does love chicken! - and I can always find something to eat there. He ordered, and they are OUT of that chicken! OUT! How in the world can that be possible? Their brand-new seasonal special, and it's suppertime, and they are OUT?? Jiminy. He finally decided on the pot roast dinner, and I chose the turkey dinner, and we enjoyed our suppers, even though they weren't what we thought they were gonna be, but that's how it goes sometimes.
When we got back home, I got back on the pute and he was closing things up outside when he called me to come help him with that toter. When I got out there, we decided that I would get IN the truck and pull up/guide while he did the heavy lifting. I got in the truck, and turned around. He asked, "Are you ready?" I was still 'lining up' to the toter and certainly was not braced for a lift, and answered, "No. Wait."
He lifted.
BAM. Over I went.
I landed pretty flat on my back, but I but did hit three separate times - right above my butt (that fleshy part of the back), my right shoulder, and then my head hit the toolbox across the back of bed of truck - I must have twisted just a bit to only hit my right shoulder, but DAMDAMDAMDAMDAM did I hurt. I writhed around the truck bed for a few minutes before I had to stop so Ron could get the toter the rest of the way in. He sure couldn't keep standing there holding it halfway up, now could he? And it was farther in the truck than out, so I stopped rolling to one side (and actually helped, because it was caught on the liner and he couldn't see that!) and he got it in, then wanted me to lay there, and he wanted to call the ambulance, and he was soooooooo nervous and upset. I said NO WAY to the ambulance - I did not want to go to the hospital, we sure don't need that expense right now! With his help, I made my way out of the truck and over to my car, where I stopped and rested in the seat for a couple of moments. But I couldn't sit very long - I hurt that bad - and I had him help me into the house and into bed.
I had him get a baggie of ice and a dish towel, and I figured that was good enough for tonight. I thought that would be enough for the next couple of days, even, and everything would be okay. We'd have to do the ice a lot, though, cause ice reduces swelling and I knew I'd have a lot of swelling. I wasn't really worried about my old hard Schmidt head or my shoulder that much - it was my entire lower back that worried me. It hurt all the way across, not just in one spot, and that was a little strange.
That was it for the the night. Bed. Ice on my back. Ron got a new baggie of ice before coming to bed, and that was that.
No more myfitnesspal. No blog. No nothing. Ugh. Life as I knew it has come to a halt. "I want normal!" I said in Saturday's blog. Wrong, Ralph!!!! No normal now. Of course, one must describe 'normal' but this is not normal in any way, shape, or form. Ah, well.
I should know better.
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