(Sorry, this post is being added at a later date. I am attempting to get back on track, which will take me some time. So I hope you will bear with me in the process.)
Yesterday was spent mostly doing odd jobs and running to get feed for our critters. On the way home from the feed store we stopped off at a friend"s house to pick up the saddle he is letting me borrow until I can find one of my own. I was trilled as I would finally have the chance to ride Sassie. Seems like I have been waiting since for ever! I could just imagine the rides we could take together around this place and down the road. That was until disaster struck right after supper last night. . . .
Going out to dump somethings in the burn barrel after dinner. I heard what I thought to be field mice in some bird seed. Climbing up to get a better view of the activity I discovered the "cute" little field mice were in actually LARGE rats! Who proceeded to use me as a ladder for escape when I startled them. Who, in turn terrified me! I screamed and jumped back as 4 left their perch. Lon came out laughing at me, that was until 2 more jumped towards him. (Sounds funny now, but it wasn't then, at least not for me). Causing him to start swinging his arms to strike at them. Which caused me to step back quickly to get out of the way, falling backwards in such a way that I could not break my decent to the concrete floor. It literally felt like I had been picked up and thrown to the ground. Sickening pain shot up my spine and down my legs. Unable to move I laid in the dirt, fighting the nausea that swept over me. Lon was finally able to help me to my feet after I could start breathing again, but the pain was severe. I knew I was hurt bad, as walking was very difficult and I was unable to straighten up to a standing position. After getting me cleaned up and taking some pain medication I limped off to bed with his assistance. Tears flowing easily from the pain, plus the realization that I had just injured myself in a bad way. So badly that I may not be able to use the saddle which I had finally gotten only hours earlier, any time soon!
Today as Lon left for work after I assured him that he could despite last night's nightmare. I fell into a puddle of tears. Why is it we are called on as children to get up and be brave, when we have fallen down. It is such lessons that we learn and carry into our adult years, that can cause us even more discomfort most of the time. It was plain and simple why the tears fell. I wanted him home! Taking care of the farm will be near impossible today for me, but it all has to be done. The trade off for his being here, would be the lost of overtime, which we need. So what is a girl to do? I sent him to work despite how my heart felt. I followed my head which over ruled my back side. Resting in between chores was about all I could accomplish. The pain is the greatest when I try to sit, but standing, lying and anything in between brings discomfort. I fear this is going to be a long journey towards healing.
Looking for a soft place for my body and heart,
Deborah
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