Down but Not Out*

Destin Beach, FL 2-21-09

Did I ever tell you how lucky you are?
I’m telling you, Ducky, you’re really quite lucky.
Some people are much more – oh, muchly much much more –
Oh, ever so much more unlucky than you!
~Dr. Seuss

I took a spill last night and seem to have done some real damage to my already poorly functioning hip and pelvic structure. Wah.
I usually do not notice them and have adapted well over the years, but with the combined weight from the baby and the gestational tendon loosening they don't work so well, or without noticeable pain. I manage though, and even waddled my way 1000+ feet up the side of a mountain last week. I'm stubborn like that ;-)

There's no waddling for me today though. Not much moving actually as my left hip/leg won't really function much and my pelvic bone is pretty well screaming at me no matter how I try to appease.

So it is dreadful bed rest for me for now. Wah, again. I should be good at this after so many years of Fibromyalgia induced bouts, but it seems the taste of physical freedom this past two years has made it difficult to accept. Truth is, I was miserably frustrated with the limitations I had before the fall and usually pushed myself too far, choosing freedom and living with difficulty over feeling left out of life. Now I'm working to dismiss feelings of unfairness, being trapped and a pretty intense boredom. I'm just not well suited to bed rest!

So, alas, Quinn and I are home alone today. Jeff has taken Neeka to town to fetch some media distractions for me... a compromise to be sure, but staring at the walls for hours with no way to alleviate the pain is just a little more than this gal can put in for right now. Quinn, bless his amazing heart, stayed home so that I would not be without food, water and the like while they are gone. So, we will spend the day finishing the novel we've been reading, getting a little further in The Tao of Pooh and playing games. He's getting quite good at Chess (which is, admittedly, beyond me) and is surprising us both with how quickly his reading abilities are expanding.

It seems that our Indian Summer has passed and we're into fall for sure now. There's a definite bite to the air, and slippers on the tile are a must these days. It isn't much of a secret though that I LOVE the changing of the seasons, and fall is my favorite of all. :-)
Part of me wants to cry "bah humbug" at not being able to go for walks and enjoy it, but that's not really who I am, and I know well enough how to ilk happiness from whatever life gives... and right now it's giving fires and cocoa, snugly sweaters and early nights with lots of time to read. I even get a little thrill from the howling sound the wind blows through the two chimneys and trees. ;-)

I'll take a healed hip as soon as I can have it, but for now I will be content with what I have, for what else is there to do. No sense at all in crying over what is!