Thanks SRS and rags. I think that the lucky part was the sun being out, and no breeze, so I could lie there long enough to THINK. And having had some Flexaril on hand from a previous sitch (vacay back spasms most people would have called the ambulance for), and knowing how to use it. So yes I have been pretty well able to rest deeply to heal quickest. A coiple of spots are still talking. It will affect PT tomorrow but TBTG not the meetings lined up for the weekend.

Sometimes ya can't really know how MUCH PT (or whatever) is helping till ya HAVE to call upon it. My priest who has been insisting I stick with I-messages (and put my own health needs first) is also in for a pretty big set of THANK YOU's.

And dear Faulkner. He always knows when Mommie really needs help; he was right there last night to let me put on his collar so I could get that little tug when I needed it.


It is pretty weird to have a body now that does what I think it can't, and does NOT do what I think it will. OTOH that makes my little patch of the world a whole new candy store in a playground, and spring is coming! All but one of the plastic planting bins (I got them via FreeCycle for reservoir container gardening) are ruined-- that's where I was headed when I face-planted. The one I wanted for office storage is all I got. The rest I will have to recycle. :~( They sat too long in the elements and are now perma-brittled breakage. The wrong person unloaded and stored them I guess-- so that's one FC wasted oh well!

~Susan