Monday, February 22, 2010
Here I am at 9:24 in the morning, sitting at my computer in my bath robe. I have been this way for over two hours now.
I just don't wanna get into my day.
I feel tired and worn out today.
I fell during my cleaning marathon, and it was all my own carelessness.
I was cleaning one of the "Ted Piles" I live with. Ted is DH.
We have this really lovely huge window that looks out over the Strait of Juan de Fuca where we can see all the islands and Canada. In front of the window is a bench. I could barely see out to the views with all the STUFF piled up on the window ledge and the bench. In front of the bench is YeowLing's bed, too.
DH is good at creating piles. I mean he is GOOOOOOOOD!!! He can make new piles in nano seconds. No wonder he never knows where any thing is.
So, after six months of warning him, I decide I am going to clean off the bench and window ledge. I should have photographed the piles first.
Once he saw that I was cleaning the piles, and that I was not going to let him get in the way, he got his SCARED look. He is always terrified when I decide to clean for him. It didn't take him long to decide to go out, which was exactly what I was hoping would happen.
I spent over four hours on that one area of the house.
I sorted, boxed and threw away. I dusted, washed and organized. I found CDs among the rubble and put them all back in the rack...alphabettically as well as types of music.
I was making a huge mess around me on the floor, but kept at it. I should have stopped to clean up the mess I was making.
Somewhere along the cleaning frenzy, I came across a stainless steel container. It is about 12 inches high, and 6 inches in circumference. I had carelessly thrown it down on the cat bed, then piled crap on top of it.
A number of times I said to myself "I should really move the cat bed and pick up all the stuff that is littered all over." I didn't do it.
So, toward the end of getting all his stuff put away and organized, I finally stood up to get a plastic garbage bag for all the trash scattered on the floor.
I took at big step to go over some of the bigger stuff, and without knowing it (because it was so covered up with stuff to throw away), my foot came down on the stainless container.
Down I go. I try to lessen the fall with my arms and hands, which I do, but then my foot goes sliding out from under me because I am also standing on the cat bed, over hard wood floors.
I go down right onto my hip. It hurts like the dickens, but my only comment was "Wow, that could have been really BAD".
Then my mind flashes on to all those TV commercial (help, I've fallen and can't get up). Then I remember hearing or reading somewhere that 3 out of 10 Sr. Americans fall every day. Then the Life Alert thing comes to mind.
Then my age comes to mind.
Then my frail mother comes to mind. She had broken her hip while hanging up some clothes in the closet. Eventually, that broken hip caused her death.
Yes, I am actually getting older.
I have been priding myself on how much stronger and more balanced I have become since joining Spark. I have made great changes in my body.
Obviously I now have to make great changes in my thinking.
There was no other reason for my fall than carelessness on my part. I was simply too stubborn to clean up the mess I was making while I was cleaning another mess.
My hip hurts, and I am sure I have a nice bone bruise. I can walk okay, but it is a bit uncomfortable.
So, today I don't wanna walk or do my work outs. I don't wanna get out of my bathrobe. I don't wanna take a shower.
I know I will feel much better once I do get moving, showered and dressed, but right now??
I just don't wanna!
Oh, yeah. The window is completely cleared, and the view is beautiful.