“Weeeeeeeee!” I heard my own voice in my head as I coasted down the dirt road. It was fun. I felt 5 instead of 40 with the constant roar of the wind filling my ears and air washing over me. It was blissful until…
Brion (my neighbor) was driving out the driveway as I was coming in. There was just not enough room for both of us and his car was bigger than my bike.
Well, I didn’t want to collide into him, so I applied my breaks. Instead of colliding with him, I landed on my bike in a ditch and had an amazingly difficult time standing back up again. Light-headed, embarrassed, and in pain, I struggled to stand and then pushed my damaged bicycle up the hill to my house mumbling to myself, Ouch. That was bad. I am in pain. That was bad. Ow. How did that happen? That was bad. And I cursed a lot, but I shouldn’t curse in this blog, so I’ll simply assure you that I cursed a lot. I might get into trouble with the blog police, so I’ll simply assure you that I cursed a lot. I am fine. I told myself. It is “Step-up Day” at school so I have to go. Stand up and go… “Step-Up.”
“Step-Up Day” is a special day where all the kids go to the next grade to get to know their teacher and classroom in preparation for the next school year. I would have a new group of kids in my room, and so I had to meet them. I didn’t think it would be fair to them if there was a substitute there instead of me so I hobbled my way around the house, got ready and went to work- until lunch- when I called my step-father and got a ride to the hospital to double-check that nothing was broken.
A trip to the hospital and three X-rays later, I was told I had a HEMOTOMA. That sounds way more serious than what it really is… it is basically just a giant bruise which will hurt desperately for about a week until it breaks up and reabsorbs into my 40-year-old body. Nothing broken… amazing. But I have to take the next two days off from work and rest. I can’t wash dishes, cook food, or clean toilets or do anything remotely connected to moving my body. I must sit down, apply ice, and rest.
“I have to rest for a few days.” I told my husband.
“You are lucky.”
“I know. It could have been worse.”
“No, I mean you are lucky because you have license to sit around for the next few days.”
“That is your dream, isn’t it?’ I asked him.
“Well, yeah. But not the pain part.”
“Tell me about it.”
The right side of my body is sore because I think I landed mostly on that side. I feel like an idiot even though I know it was just an accident and I know it was nothing more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Or was I?
I have given it some thought (Since I have all this time to sit around and rest) and I think I was actually in the right place at the right time.
It could have been one of my kids that were hurt instead of me, any of the above listed horrible things could have happened to one of my boys.
Or, it could have been my husband.
But it wasn’t anyone else who crashed on their bike.
It happened to me.
And now it is me who has to sit and rest.
Sitting is hard. Resting is hard. I am not into “resting” because when I am sitting, I am usually sewing or reading or writing. I don’t like to sit and rest.
But that is exactly what my body needs. My body needs rest.
So I am going to go to sleep and write some more later.
No… I’m not. I’ll make a BLAG instead. (see picture)
Okay. Twenty-four hours later, I am perched on my couch and completely tired of day-time television. I have made some very clear distinctions about day-time television. Do you want to know what they are?
Okay, here goes: DURING THE DAY,
1. Sick people watch tv. (like me… people who are resting and are taking medication) and
2. Old (retired) people watch tv.
Here is how I figured this out. I watched the TODAY show. The hosts on the show told me what shoes to wear, movies to see and what to cook for dinner if I wanted to be like the rest of America. But then in between the hosts on the show telling me how to live my life, there were lots of commercials. Lots. Lots and lots and lots of commercials. There were more ads than actual show time, and ALL of the ads were for medication. There were ads for depression, bi-polar disorder, problems with your bladder, problems with your colon and so on. It was incredible. And after they showed the miracle cure (which always had a catchy name like “colon-prob-be-gone”) they would list the side-effects. Some creepy voice would talk really quickly.
“THIS MEDICATION MAY CAUSE SIDE-EFFECTS SUCH AS:
VOICES IN YOUR HEAD
Sometimes it is hard to tell the poison from the cure, you know?
So this is my conclusion: People who watch daytime tv would be better off if they turned it (the tv) off and listened to music on the radio or better yet, an ipod. Because by the end of the day, I heard about these horrible diseases so much I felt like I had depression, bi-polar disorder, and problems with my bladder and my colon because they told me about it so many times. I feel very badly for the people (sick and retired) who are sucked into daytime-tv-land. They are probably sick only because they have been told over and over and over and over that they are sick.
Which for me is a major motivator to heal.
I am actually looking forward to going back to work on Monday. I don’t think my body can take anymore rest. I might get sick.