Day 8: More Growing Up

It’s not that complicated: I hurt my back, and I have to limit my activities in some ways and increase my activities in other ways for it to heal.  And healing is desired.  

And yet.  Life continues.  Work continues.  Lunch boxes must be filled, teeth must be brushed, coffee and breakfast must be made, purpose must be pursued.

And then my friend’s kid’s car seat gets messed up while Ax is climbing in and a week of being a good self-care-centric healing-centric person seems to evaporate as I half climb into the car torquing all that can be torqued to get her re-buckled, get him buckled in the friend’s car.  The friend who is taking Ax to school so I don’t strain myself driving.  

And buckling accomplished, I wave them off and retreat into the house, into bed with my favorite ice pack, the big flattish one that leaks gel just a little so I’ve put it inside two now contraband plastic bags.  

I’m okay.  Ax is gone.  I’ve got ice.  It’s okay.  There’s no new spasm, just a tweak.  I’m gonna be okay.  It’s okay.  I’m doing my best.  Breathing breathing breathing breathing.  This too shall pass.  Life is in session.  I’m gonna keep going.  

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