Two weeks ago I fell on the stairs and hurt my tailbone, gave me a really good scare. I was convinced it was broken it hurt so bad and I was so crippled by the pain I couldn't sit, bend over, barely could stand or walk. For the first week I basically just laid on the couch reading all the books in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. When you're in pain, that's a great set of stories to get your mind off of it. Last week I started to do slightly better, I could drive again, though it hurt like the dickens.
The Good News: My tailbone isn't broken. On Sunday morning as I gently shifted around in bed getting ready to get up, I felt a deep "pop/click" right next to my tailbone. When I got up and started moving around I was elated--I could bend over, it didn't hurt to sit down or stand up! Apparently I knocked my tailbone out of alignment and the little bugger decided after two weeks to pop back in. My tailbone is still bruised, mind you, and still hurts but it's so much less now, I can sit at the computer, drive the car with little to no pain, walk, bend over, with only moderate discomfort, not the stabbing pain of before. Who'd have thought a misaligned tailbone could hurt so bad I'd swear it was broken?
So my garden has been languishing (and my house too) during this time. DH took pity on me and on Saturday planted the blueberry bush and the two cranberry bushes I'd gotten just before the accident. Planting cranberries is quite a BFD, let me tell you. I hope they do well in that spot.
I've still got about a dozen herbs and veggies to plant, a white currant bush, four elderberry bushes, a fig tree, and some misc. flowering things, but it looks like by the end of the week I'll actually be able to start getting them in the ground.
And I'll be able to take back the household chores from DH, too. I can barely do it, but I managed to get the laundry out of the dryer tonight (yay) and I can now bend over and load and unload the dishwasher (DD was helping me do this last week the little cutie pie), and I think I can vacuum again, too. Three cheers for DH being a house husband AND working full time while I was an invalid. I don't know what I did to deserve this guy, but I'm pathetically grateful.
Believe me, I won't be overdoing it, it's going to be rather hot here for the next few days and what doesn't get done upstairs in the cool of the morning isn't gonna get done that day. But for the first time I can remember, I'm actually happy to be able to do housework again!
I'm terrified of our stairs now. It'll be a long, long time before I blithely clatter down the stairs again, if ever.
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