Cartoon: Speed Bump by Dave Coverly
The alarm clock was way too loud. The first alarm is supposed to be a gentle trill, just enough to disturb me. The next two grow increasingly insistent. This one seemed to be what I could only call strident… far too loud for six in the morning. It took what seemed an eternity to realise that it was, in fact, the fire alarm… and, unless the dog had taken it upon herself to cook breakfast and burned the bacon, I should probably investigate.
I threw off the covers and swung my feet to the floor carefully. My back had been giving me hell the day before as a result of all the pond-stuff we’ve been doing lately. I hadn’t slept much, which probably explains the fuzzy thinking. I was expecting to be as stiff as the proverbial board and was pleasantly surprised to find I could move freely.
The alarm stopped and was replaced by a screech… and I found myself contemplating the dust-bunnies under the bed. This was a novel perspective considering I had planned on being upright, not in an undignified heap on the floor. Unexpected pain had shot through my leg and taken it out from under me. It is not the first time it has happened, so I sighed and reached for the dressing gown, only to realise that it was the wrong leg.
The right one has been through the wars over the years and occasionally makes its presence known. It suffered a series of ridiculous accidents during my youth, being first broken on the safety mat of a trampoline. On the way home from getting that cast off, I fell off the platform of the number 77 bus and went straight back for another cast. As soon as that healed, I fell off the platform shoes that were all the rage, running in a power cut. I spent much of that year in casts or bandages… and that was just the ankle. Mind you, it is really good at predicting rain these days.
The knee got it when I slipped on a stray grape in a supermarket aisle. It isn’t as if I am accident prone or anything. Copious amounts of morphine, several needles and a couple of surgeries later, it finally healed. Sort of. The hip that gets me sometimes is mainly down to the lack of any cushioning between the vertebrae and at least I can’t be blamed for that.
But this was not the right leg at all, it was the left… the one I trust. The one that doesn’t hurt (discounting a too-frequently squashed toe). There was nothing to see. I hadn’t done anything to deserve it… but my squeals rivalled the smoke alarm that had just started again as I hobbled out to waft a tea-towel in its general direction.
The alarm does have a button to shut it up if it goes off without cause, but being hobbit-sized, I need to stand on a chair to reach it. This did not seem like a good idea. The day was not starting well as it was… And all that I could think of was Scotland. I can’t have a duff knee with a fifteen hundred mile drive and with hills to climb in the middle of it. Why is it always when we are going to Scotland?
My son was already outside in his dressing gown watching the fish when I arrived at eight. He questioned the groans, squeals and pronounced limp, but only with a view to establishing whether I’d be able to deal with the pond plants that were due to arrive. He let me clean out the hot-tub instead, which was kind of him. By the time I’d done that, refilled it while I did his housework, ran out to the farm for his milk and cooked his lunch, his smoke alarm was going off for no reason too, which was a bit weird.
When I finally got home, the left knee looked no different from the right one…which was less reassuring than you might think considering the surgery had left the right one rather misshapen. I would soak it for a while, I thought, then put my foot up.
Forbidding my son to phone me for at least half an hour, I threw a handful of Epsom salts and some herbs in the bath and filled it with steaming water. I haven’t had a bath for I don’t know how long… it is generally a shower these days… so I’d make a ‘moment’ of it. Take a book in there and relax, I thought. It would do all my aching muscles the world of good, I thought. I sank into the steaming tub with a sigh… and shot out again like a scalded cat. What I hadn’t thought of was the effect of hot water on all that burned skin I’d acquired doing the dratted pond….
There are days when getting out of bed at all is just the wrong move.
You said it – and pull the covers over your head for good measure! Hope you don’t have another day like that one anytime soon…
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So do I… I am putting my foot down.Carefully 😉
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Oh! Sue, how is the knee now! Your entire day sounds like a total nightmare 💜 I do hope things are improving today 💜
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Still dodgy, Willow, but hopefully it won’t be as bad today! ❤
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I certainly hope not for your sake Sue. I hope Ani is tending
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I meant I hope Ani is trending to your needs 🙄😉💜
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I got that. She is mainly keeping me mobile with demands for ball throwing 😉 xx
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Such a caring animal 💜💜😲
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Hmmm 😉 xx
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Really sorry to hear of your latest disastrous day, Sue. Have you ever wondered if someone has a wax doll that looks like you? Sending over as many blessings as that carrier pigeon can carry, take care in the meantime…
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Oddly enough, I have 😉 Thanks, Jaye x
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for sharing, Jaye x
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I thought this was a work of fiction at first! This is an uncomfortable way to start a day! Hope things get better.
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Sadly not, Steve…but today is panning out better 😉
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Ouch, ouch and ouch! I live with someone who has problems (putting it mildly) with knees and ankles so you have my sympathy. The hot water and the sunburn was just adding insult to injury.
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It never even occurred to me that the hot water would be a problem. I may have sworn somewhat… 😉
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Ugh! I’d be an unhappy hobbit too!
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Things have sorted themselves out a bit today 😉
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Glad to hear that! 🙂
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A very happening day, for all the wrong reasons.
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Very much so, Sadje 😉
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Oh no! Get back in bed and try getting out of the other side. Your post made me even more tired than I already am, Sue. Let’s hope today is effortless. ❤
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Much better than yesterday 😉
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Oh no, Sue, what a rum do. Hoping you are feeling better and what is with the smoke alarms? xxx
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That was really weird… unless I was just steaming 😉
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🙂 🙂
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Oh, Sue, you have been in the wars, what a day! It started off badly and got steadily worse. I’m so sorry, and I hope the knees, legs and sunburn are better today. At least it’s cloudy as I write. Maybe you could stay in bed tomorrow to make up for it, or failing that on Saturday to avoid the hideous high temperatures the weather forecasters are threatening. Please take care and feel better soon. 🙂
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It has been much better today… just as well, as I don’t get a day off to stay in bed 😉
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I feared you might say that. It’s not fair. I’m sending you all my good wishes, and I’m glad to hear it’s been better today. Fingers crossed it continues to be. You’re a star. 🙂
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Apparently, I’m hoovering my son’s pond this weekend… so keep those fingers crossed 😉
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Oh goodness, Sue. Don’t do it on Saturday – you’ll fry! Unless it’s early in the morning, as you have to be up early anyway, or (I’ve just checked the BBC weather forecast for your area) Sunday after around 2.00pm, when it’s supposed to be cloudy and slightly cooler. If it can wait until next week it’ll be cooler still. How can you hoover a pond, anyway? 🙂
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Just like you hoover a carpet… getting all the sldge from the bottom. Not a pleasant job. I need to get it out of the way,though as I have the kitchen and bathroom to clear out before demolition work starts in there for my son next week… and before the garden gets ripped up at about the same time. Not looking forward to the next few months… 😉
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I’m not surprised – building work is a nightmare at the best of times, let alone when it’s on that kind of scale and there’s so much work to do beforehand. It all sounds a bit overwhelming, so please look after yourself, and choose the outdoor times carefully. It seems a very fine line you have to tread, and I truly admire your stamina. My mum was carer for my dad for around 15 years until he died in 2012, and I know the toll it can take, so please take care of yourself too. 🙂
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Thanks, Alli. Yes, we seem to have a lot on at the moment… At least, if I have to run around like a headless chicken, I may lose a bit of weight 😉
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… as long as you don’t lose your wellbeing too… 🙂
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I’m looking forward to my break 😉
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I’m very pleased to hear you’re having one – when is it? Are you going away?
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Very restful… fifteen hundred miles driving there and back to a workshop in the Highlands for a weekend 😉
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That’s an interesting definition of a break. 😉 But I guess they say a change is as good as a rest. And the Highlands are very beautiful.
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Any holidays we get are short research trips… and at least I get to go north 😉
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Good point. I hope it does you good to get away. 🙂 Give my love to Northumberland on your way through. I’m really missing it at the moment. 🙂
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I will… but not for a couple of weeks yet 😉
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Thanks. It’ll keep. 🙂
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Ahhh, the joys of aging. There’s nothing quite like that feeling when our bodies ache for no apparent reason. A couple of decades ago, I tore something in my knee when painting my house. At least give me a decent excuse to be in pain—no more I pulled a muscle grocery shopping.
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I don’t mind etting older at all… except that there is still so much I would like to do… but I am not so keen on the aches and pains that keep manifesting 😉
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Ouch! Oh, for the love of a soothing hot bath with bubbles and a great book to read… Must skip the sun burn, but still yearning for that great comfort I can no longer enjoy. It’s showers only these days. Enjoyed the post and hope you get luxuriate in a bath when the skin has soothed! ❤
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I used to love that too, Bette, but generally stick to showers. Wish I had this time 😉
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One thing right after another, not your best day! Hope you have recovered. x
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I’ll tell you when I get moving 😉
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Sue! I think it’s time for an exorcist lol ❤
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You’re the third person to suggest that … 😉 x
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Lolllllllll, great minds. 🙂 xx
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😀 xx
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Oh dear … I was reading along with your troubles, all sympathetic and everything, until I got to that last sentence … I must now confess I laughed out loud, very sympathetically of course. 😀 … I’ve had days like that where I’m simply glad to have survived ’em by the time I get into bed. Good to hear you are feeling better today … that trip to Scotland will be just the thing for you to relax and unwind into. 🙂
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I’d rather laugh than demand sympathy 😉 But I am looking forward to being hundreds of miles away from that pond for a weekend 😉
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Heh, heh, heh … I’ll bet you are! 😀
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I was just wondering how you’d get out of the TUB. The last time I did that, getting in? Easy. Gravity did the job. Out? I had no idea. And the tub was slippery and I slid around and finally, eel-like more or less slid out of the tub onto the floor, then ponder how I was going to get up from there.
We no long HAVE a tub.
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That’s why I haven’t used the tub in ages. But I was surprisingly agile, given the state I was in… the shock of those toes got me moving 😉
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