The day after writing the previous entry, I took a nasty tumble smack on my butt on hard asphalt pavement. Whacked my head too. (I’ve had a sore head, not been one.) Primary result, after a few days of no problem, has been a painful lower back. It’s taken considerable rest and going easy, and several treatments from my friend Bob-the-chiropractor, to put me back in normal working order, largely pain-free. This has not been fun. I’ve managed only abbreviated studio time, and no time at either loom. My only productive work has been continuing progress on a lace shawl I’ve been knitting for a few weeks. It’s nearly done. Today, for the first time in ten days, I felt up to a short beach walk, and am hoping for another tomorrow, but must be watchful about not doing too much too soon.
It’s a quiet rainy day, and being here in my studio, mentally revving back up to my normal level of productivity, feels dang good. Being significantly incapacitated for ten days brought up frustration, discouragement, and sloth. It’s not pleasant dwelling with those items taking up space in my mind. Not my natural habitat.
Tomorrow I have a couple of long-distance phone calls scheduled, one of them with my creativity coach. I’ve been working with her for a number of years; those sessions always goose me up to a new level of excitement and purpose about my work. This one comes at a most opportune moment. I plan to put in a full day here, and spend part of it at the big loom, just weaving. Merely throwing the shuttle and beating in the weft. It should help to settle me.
Hell, Anne, I didn't know about that fall. Ouch. And ouch! Did I mention the gash I got in my head in January? OMG, such a lot of blood! Had to go to the ER and got staples in my head. I do not like the feeling of vulnerability that comes from such events.
ReplyDeleteSo, I am glad to see this blog, and impressed as all get-out by it, too. Keep it up, sweetie-pie.