weekend yesterthought

Saturday Mornings are usually a toss up here. As in I usually go out to run the errands to pick up whatever items are needed for the weekend with one or more of the children. We drop off the recycling (our community does not pick up.. yet) and coffee is usually a part of the outing. In summer, my Saturday outings most often include The farmer's market and maybe even a yard sale on the way. But the clock has been turned back, summer is gone and I'm not going out and about for the time being.

The toss up is: if it is not me, it is my sweet husband and his errands usually involve a trip to Lowe's or the Home Depot and of course the recycling (and coffee, too). Well, he won the toss up by default because I am stuck on the couch. He got to run all of his errands and mine.. lucky man.

Before the errand running was underway, I got my day started in the bathroom and I fell. and cried. How silly is that? I wasn't really hurt from the fall, just my ego. I was wearing a slipper sock on my good foot and it was a bit slippy. (I have since put on grippier socks). My darling husband rushed to me and hugged me in my pile on the floor. Then he left me there. He ran off and returned with a painkiller and a sip of cold water.

Enabler!

I am trying to go easy on pain killers (as in not taking them unless I am in severe pain, which, I'm really not). Just because I am awaiting surgery, doesn't mean I am incessantly writhing in pain. It comes and goes and it could be considered nothing more than annoying discomfort most of the time. My husband, who was rather injury prone in his youth, knows the effects of Rx for pain and he agrees with my surgeon that the less pain killers are taken before the surgery, the less chance the body will develop a tolerance to them when one is post-operative.. when they will be necessary. Even with this knowledge, my darling husband wanted to bring me comfort after my fall. I hobbled back to my perch on the couch, feeling the tiniest bit woozy (a painkiller will do that, you know) and quite relaxed and not all that concerned with much of anything.

Elaina went on a grandparent sleepover (and upon her arrival home today referred to herself as "Princess Elaina.") Three of the boys went to run the errands with Daddy. Maximilian stayed with me and played with the Gears and watched cooking shows with me.

Today, I woke up with a bit more pain, but I just took ibuprofen to deal with it. As I hobbled into the powder room, I found evidence of little boys who are not being completely conscious of putting their clothing into the the laundry closet and I commented to the parent with two working ankles.

The reply "I think you should take another painkiller."

Enabler!

I didn't. Instead, I got ready for Holy Mass. Later a visiting loved one told me that "I am not required to go to mass in my condition." "God would understand." My reply was "I NEED the graces from the Eucharist." and I do. Don't we all?

Peace and all good to you and your dear ones!