But the YARD Looks Good!!??
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I did it again.
I don't think I will ever learn.
I get doing something that I like doing, and just keep going until I have seriously hurt myself.
I did that on Sunday.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and I looked at the front yard. It really needed some attention.
DH has been on the sit down mower for a week now, getting all the back property all cleaned up and looking good. I watched him from my window, and was happy to see him outdoors.
He mowed around apple trees and around pear trees. He mowed around the sheds and mowed the entire pasture. (we don't have horses any more).
He even cleaned out under the trees, collected all the brush and brambles and did some burning.
Good on HIM!
Oh, don't get the wrong idea. I was doing my walking and strength training all last week, so I was feeling good.
Then came Sunday.
DH started to mow the front hill.
We have a very steep hill for our front lawn. In places it is about a 30 degree climb. Very steep.
There are some places where he cannot get to with the sit down mower, so I thought, "Heck. I'll just get the little electric mower out and help him with those areas".
I mean, it doesn't LOOK like that big of an area, and who can remember what it felt like last year when I did it??
So there I was, hauling that little mower on that steep incline, twisting and turning around beds and trees, and trying to keep from slipping (like I did last year).
A nagging pain began in my back, but I didn't have all THAT much left to do. Mow, mow, mow. Haul, haul, haul. Twist, Twist Twist.
I begin to realize that the nagging pain is not there any more. It has been replaced by a RAGING pain.
Aw heck. I just have that little bit left on the other side of the steps. I'll be able to do that easy peasie.
Not so. I begin climbing the hill, pulling the mower after me, when down I go.
No. Not on my back. On my knees. I have let go of the mower, and it races down the hill. Good thing it is electric, and you have to keep hold of the handle, or it would have kept running too.
I am busted to my knees with pain. I can't get up. I can hardly breathe.
Finally, after what seemed to be hours, DH sees me and hurries over. We get me into bed, swallowing an Aleve, and then he gives me a mild lecture. To which I tell him I am in no mood to even listen, so he leaves me alone.
After a very rough night, I wake up and it is Monday morning.
I feel pretty good, and am very eager to attend the rally. I cut my hair, shower, and put on my rally clothes.
Then I go out and cut some rhubarb, come in to make wonderful rhubarb cream cheese bars to take over to Larry and Sharon's, with whom we are having dinner before the rally.
I am SOOOO looking forward to this evening!
I take the dessert out of the oven to cool, and go to let Winsten out.
OH MAN! I've been hit by a MAC TRUCK, from behind!
The back pain announces itself again, very loudly, and I CRAWL to my bed.
That's where I have been since then. In bed. Hurting.
I missed the dinner with friends, I missed the rally, I missed asking the candidates the questions I had all written out. I missed the dessert.
DH went and took notes, but that's not the same as being there!
I missed out on living today.
I hate being stuck in bed. It makes me grumpy.
I know I brought this all on myself, and it was done with good intentions. I just need to listen more carefully when my body says "Enough"!
But......................THE YARD LOOKS GOOD! At least it does from my windows!