Sunday, December 03, 2006
Act of Unconscious Stupidity
Yesterday my family went to get their Christmas tree, something I look forward to every holiday season. We come home to string lights and reminisce over where each ornament came from. So I set off in an especially good mood, excited by the prospect of tromping through the cold air for the perfect tree.
Everything was going fine. My daughter actually made the final decision on the tree, which made her stand a little straighter with pride. She was also quite taken with the real mistletoe they had, so I told her we would buy some to take home. She wanted to pick out her own, but couldn't reach it, so I just lifted her to it.
The wrenching pain in my back was the first sign I'd made a mistake, followed by my husband's words: "You should have known better. She's almost as big as you are."
Yep. My six-year-old already comes up to my chest. Of course, I'm only 5 foot tall, but she takes after her Daddy, who's 6'4". I should have known better. But she's still my baby, you know?
I forced myself to get through the day, because I'm not making myself or my family wait to decorate the tree. Under the bathroom cabinet I found one of those heating pads you can strap around you, so I used that on and off. It's a little better, though only when I sit. Standing hurts some and bending over is excruciating. Guess I should have thought sooner, huh?
So I cancelled the part-time cleaning job I normally tackle on Mondays. Don't think I'll be mopping or vacuuming for several days (what a shame!). I've set up a chiropractor's appointment. Looks like tomorrow will be a quiet one with lots of sitting. My only errands my chiropractor visit and taking Drama Queen to dance class.
I'm so excited! Why? Because sitting isn't a problem, so I'll be able to work on my revisions with few distractions. That may sound sad, but I can't wait. The only time I usually get to lie in bed or sit on the couch all day is when I'm really sick or have a really sick child in my lap. My brain doesn't function during those times. But if I'm just resting a strained muscle (one that doesn't affect my typing abilities), then I'll be able to revise just fine. Yay!!!
Yes, I know I'm very sad. But you have to take advantage of opportunities when they come along, right?
Have you ever had what looked like a setback that actually turned into a blessing in disguise? :)