Yet another stellar harvest of blackberries – inundated with them. So many – so yummy. Yeah – lucky me.
But about the ouch. A couple of days ago I had a slight twinge in my back. No big deal. I hiked yesterday and didn’t feel it at all. I got up this morning: just fine. But somewhere along the way between breakfast and taking Abby for a walk, something happened. I have no idea what. I don’t recall lifting anything. I don’t recall twisting my body – nothing. Nada.
And I have spent the rest of the day in such pain, I have had to lie down with waves of nausea. Every time I stand up, the world spins. The pain is that damn bad. Lower back. Damn! It’s always the lower back.
I’m scheduled to do Mount Cokely tomorrow. It’s a biggie. Can I do it? I’m going to act as if I can: get ready, make a sandwich. See how it goes as the afternoon and evening progresses. Movement is good. As soon as I went out picking blackberries and walked and walked, it was better. I put my backpack on a few minutes ago. That was fine. Sitting is the killer. So – no long bouts of sitting.
The great thing today: I took my car in for its oil change. Kal Tire checked it over minutely – even took the tires off (no charge) – inspected every detail. The car is in great shape. No issues. Hurrah!
That really is good news.
And that’s it. I’m going to do my best to take care of myself. Because what I find is that physical pain really drags me down. And I don’t want to hear those voices. You know the ones: “Oh, you’re old and feeble and incapable and wrinkled and who could love you anyway…”
I’d rather be kind and compassionate with myself. If I won’t say it to someone I care about, I won’t say it to myself. Love yourself first. It’s like oxygen masks on an airplane: put yours on first; then help your child.
So I shall practice loving-kindness on myself. Practise makes perfect, right? Well – at least close to perfect.