Yesterday I missed my post a day . . . which I had just started a few days ago. Not a great start, right?
I have an excuse. And, it really is only an excuse. I was in quite a bit of pain yesterday. You see, in 1999 I was driving my motorcycle one Sunday afternoon. I was at an intersection and had the bike in gear. My small hand slipped off the brake and I shot into the intersection. Unfortunately, it was already occupied by a delivery truck when I got there.
The end results were a broken a hand, a shattered femur and a lot of bumps and bruises. Yes, I was wearing a helmet. The impact was so hard that it literally knocked my shoes off.
The femur was repaired by going through two surgeries to insert a metal rod in it. A two week hospital stay was followed by months of physical therapy and learning to walk all over again. For several years I walked with an obvious limp. Now the limp is only noticeable when I’m really tired or in a lot of pain. I say a lot of pain because my scar tissue still hurts to some degree every single day.
Recently I’ve been having a problem with my other hip. . . aka the “good” hip. It feels like a pinched nerve. Some days it’s annoying. Some days, like yesterday, it makes me miserable. I really didn’t have it in me to come up with a post. And, being new to this, I did not have any drafts that were close enough to being finished to just polish up and publish.
The how-to-blog book that I’ve been reading says that you have to write 500 words a day, even if you don’t publish it. I probably could’ve pushed through it but I was exhausted from the pain and couldn’t concentrate.
I DID get a tiny bit of Baby River’s third blanket done. The store did not have the same exact color of the yarn when I went last week. So, it’s slightly different. His love of the blanket seems to be the texture though so I am hoping this passes his test.
I’m hoping to finish it up this weekend because I have a chicken to do next . . . more on the chicken tomorrow. It has a cute story behind it.
A journey of 1,000 miles and all that stuff . . .
Peace, Love & Whatever
Hoosier Barn Chick