SLEEPING IN PURPLE ROOM

Yup…I slept in purple room last night and probably will again tonight.  And it isn't because of Spod.  That I have only done once…many years ago when I was very angry with him and I slept in the den.  This time its because of the inability to get in and out of that bed.

Night before last I woke up at about 3 am.  Because of all the water I have been consuming I needed to use the loo…not something that ever happens now, now that I have my diabetes numbers under control.  I hopped out of bed and damn near fell over.  I know I couldn't breath properly for a few minutes.  I have a really bad hip/back, not sure which.  And after all the hauling boxes etc in the garage (and seriously I know better) my pain level ramped up hugely.  When its like that I can't move.  The pain is probably nerve pain, its like an abscessed tooth…it takes your breath away when you move.

I managed to inch my way out to the kitchen, gasping and crying (such a weenie) all the way to the ibuprofen bottle.  I took two and inched my way back to the bed and then stood there for half an hour, waiting for them to kick in.  They didn't.  Thats a first ever.  I simply could not get back into that bed so I inched my way to purple room and painfully lowered myself into my chair and froze to the spot.  And thats where I have spent the last 24 hours..off and on.  I have taken way more pills and it is getting a little better.  At least I can move around now.  

I did go out for the fire though.  There is a picnic table down by the fire pit.  Myles, Spod and April worked hard for 3 hours, piling on all the branches, tree and lattice work.  At the end we roasted wieners and had a hot dog roast.  I cannot describe to you how amazingly familiar and fun that was.  It has been a long time since I sat at a fire and it just felt right.  And nothing beats a roasted wiener!

I decided to sleep in my chair last night.  It seems that sitting instead of laying is way easier on my back and its so much easier to get up and down.  I will be here until this latest attack is over and I am NEVER lifting crap again.  Its just not worth it.  So that, of course, creates a new dilemma.  The garage.  Oh well…I won't think about that until later.  Here are a few pics of yesterday.  TTYL

I FOUND A BUBBLE THINGY

SHE DIDN'T WANT THIS PAINTING SHE HAD DONE ANYMORE (IT WAS AN ASSIGNMENT FROM CLASS)

SO INTO THE FIRE IT WENT

KEPT WATCH THE WHOLE TIME, CHEWING ON A STICK

PILING IT ON

ANOTHER ONE KEEPING WATCH…WHILE WE KEPT WATCH FOR HUNGRY EAGLES

THE REWARD AT THE END