Friday, September 26, 2008
When it rains, it pours. Oy vey. I'm just about recovered from the Cold from Hell, a good thing, yes? Then why oh why did I lose my balance and slip on the stairs? I've come up and down those stairs literally thousands of times in the past seven years, sometimes after too much wine. Never slipped before. Shook me up, but I was OK. An hour later, why did Tonka (the biggest household dog) rear up enthusiastically and come down hard on my right foot? Why?
OK, well, he was feeling enthusiastic about going out for a walk, and my foot was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The question "why" is more about me waving my fist at the sky. You know.
So I'm grounded again, at least for awhile. No long walks, not even any short walks until I figure out how seriously I'm hurt. In the meantime, ice packs, warm soaks in epsom salts, arnica gel, Reiki (from myself as from friends).
I'm batting minus a thousand this week in the realm of physical health. Wish me well? Thanks.