Lisa on Ice
Sorry, no ice skating here. After all, I live in South Texas. The kind of ice I am on is more of an ice pack than an ice rink. I hate to be a drag, but ice skating is about the last thing I could have done this past weekend, even if I lived in Canada. Mostly because I can barely walk.
It happened Saturday morning. My babiest girl and I were about to head out to celebrate her birthday with some mom-daughter shopping when I brilliantly decided to toss a load of laundry in the dryer before we left. Mistake. BIG mistake. I mean, no one really needed those sheets and towels right then. I just turned as I was putting the sheets in the dryer and felt a pain. That;’s the whole story; I didn’t even get a good laugh out of it.
My daughter was standing at the front door waiting for me to finish the laundry switch when I limped past her and said I had just done something, not sure what, to my back and needed to grab some ice and some oils. I oiled up, threw an ice pack behind me in the car, and off we went to shop ’til we dropped. Unfortunately, I dropped immediately. The whole getting-in-and-out-of-the-car thing became a problem. After only an hour of shopping it became obvious that this wasn’t going away. I had to wait in the car while she shopped. Happy birthday to you ♫.
I texted a friend of mine, the wife of a chiropractor, and asked her what to do. She gave me her thoughts and I followed them (once I got home). Of course, she’s not a real chiro so I realize her advice isn’t considered treatment, just like when someone asks me for tax advice. You should really ask my husband instead, but I might know a little bit.
“Rest as much as possible until Monday then get to the chiropractor.” Ice, oils, rest, repeat.
That would have been lovely if I hadn’t been scheduled to speak at a local woman’s group on Sunday afternoon. I texted another friend, “Please pray for me….I can barely walk or stand and I have to speak tomorrow.” She asked me if she needed to learn my speech, just in case. It didn’t seem right to have her tell all about her CPA/attorney husband and 9 kids, so I hobbled through it, then went home and got back on the regimen. Ice, oils, rest, repeat.
Today I am 5% better and headed to the chiro. The good news is, I am getting a lot of writing done. The bad news is I am having to cancel some important appointments this week. I really, really hate cancelling commitments!
My 4 younger boys are taking care of me, which is interesting. Sunday afternoon I had Levi (8 years old) as my helper. At bedtime I called him to turn the bed down for me and while he did that I got into my PJs. It hurt to stand so I was anxious to lie down and before giving it much thought I painfully fell into bed. Then I realized that I had forgotten to do several things, so I told Levi, “I have bad news for you, I am going to need you to do some more things for me.”
“Why is that bad news?” he asked. “Well,” I smiled at his sweet little face, “Because I only asked you to turn down the bed, but now I need you to plug in my phone, start my diffuser and a few other things.”
“I don’t see why that’s bad news, Mommy. It’s basically all I have been doing all day anyway, and besides, I really don’t even get what’s wrong with you.”
Oh, to be young again!
My 14 year old is my helper today and he, unlike Levi, is checking on me every 20 minutes. He set his timer and he is taking his job very seriously. A little too seriously. He’s like the waiter who refills your tea every 15 minutes whether you want it or not. I mean, I appreciate the dedication, but I am trying to get some work done here.
But don’t feel sorry for me. By the end of the week I will be up and running again. My boys and I will have had some quality time and I will have gotten 20 things knocked off my list of “sitting jobs.” There’s always something good to be found in an unexpected situation!
Have a terrific week!
Be sure to follow me on Instagram and Snapchat….just search for @penningtonpoint.