Overdoing it...again

February 18, 2017

Hey ya'll, it's me!

Recovering from being sick this past week, which isn't easy for me, since it requires me to actually REST. I did okay the first two days, then I got restless and went for a long walk with my son and picked up cans. Was taking it slow and easy, just enjoying myself, when I HIT THE JACKPOT.

I stopped to pick up a can in a neighbor's yard, then glanced into their dumpster and saw a satellite dish with the pole still attached, and a cast aluminum lawn sprinkler. You know, the one that's shaped like a little John Deere tractor that follows the water hose?

I couldn't stop myself. I handed my son the rake and bag of cans we had already collected, then reached in and grabbed the dish and sprinkler. I hefted the pole over my shoulder, and picked up the sprinkler, then we walked home.

We live almost a mile away. And those two things are HEAVY.

But we made it! Yes my shoulders and biceps are sore, but I added a lot of weight to the pile I will sell Monday morning, so I figure it's worth it.

I thought, okay, I overdid it a little, so I'm going to rest now...

Yeah, riiiiight.

The next morning, I got up at 2:30 a.m., like I do every workday, to get the Redneck's coffee, breakfast, and pack his lunch (I am totally doing the whole Proverbs 31 gig, rising while it is yet night). After the Redneck left at 4, I got the BRILLIANT idea not to lay back down for a while, like I usually do (okay, maybe not TOTALLY Proverbs 31, but not bad). Instead, I decided to stay up and get a head start on the housework and laundry. I deep cleaned my bath and bedroom, got the laundry going, and got my son up at 6 a.m.. I was going like gangbusters. The house was beautiful by 9:30, and the laundry was just about finished, and...

I was a zombie.

Seriously, I could barely keep my eyes open. I got to stumbling around and feeling weak. I thought okay, I'll just lay here on the couch for a bit...

The phone rang. I answered it, handled the situation, then closed my eyes...

Angel, my big female dog, decided she just HAD to go potty, so she bounced on me until I got up and let her out. Then the dryer buzzer went off.

I folded clothes, put more in the dryer, started washing blankets, lay down on the couch...

Angel wanted back in and Punky wanted out. I played musical mutts, then had to get the mail. Again I got comfy on the couch...

Punky wanted back in, and now Poblano wanted...yeah, you're getting the picture.

By the time the Redneck got home that night, I had everything done, and even managed to have my son and I bathed and in pjs, with a simple supper of tacos, my easy 'go to' meal ready. I made it through the rest of the evening, but was sooooo happy when I hit the sheets.

The next morning, I made darn sure I laid back down after my Beloved Redneck left for work.

So now I'm resting like I should, not pushing it until I'm well. The Redneck is off Monday, so I will see the chiropractor that afternoon, and Doc always gets me back on track. Then I intend to only do what needs to be done; wash dishes, make beds, basically 'fluff' the house so it's presentable.

Other than that, I'll be the lady on the couch, enjoying a lemonade and a good book.
© Evelyn Edgett 2017



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