I have ONE SORE BUTT ... I just fell on the wet wooden stairs outside (I was going to plant a couple of herbs I had left at the top of the 39 steps yesterday) .
The muscle has swelled up like a rock that my hand cannot close around. It feels like a ledge.
You know how we work out to get rock hard butts? Well I have now have one and would trade it for the familiar squishy one any day.
Debbie just called and said the same thing happened to her on the steps at the farm and it lasted for months! When it happened, Rob said, "Oh, I think you just hurt your feelings," and she whipped down her pants saying, "Does that look like my feelings?"
Anyway I didn't want to hear that it took weeks to stop hurting or months to go back to normal ... I leave in a week and a bit, and I can' t sit down.
..the daily life of a hermit and her dog ...
River Echo
September, 2010
Welcome to Oma's World.
Welcome to Oma's world: a hermitage set on a pristine lake, nestled in mountains, surrounded by trees and inhabited by Oma, Kenya (her own dog) and the dogs she looks after.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
In Oma's world there is time to see, really see, the natural landscape as it changes. When she is not outside with the dogs, Oma reads, writes and watches films. She has also returned to a lost hobby, knitting, tried pottery and felting with very limited success, and produced a great deal of funky furniture over the past year or so. She also teaches occasionally at a local language school.
Since moving to the hermitage she has discovered the secret to raising healthy house plants. They have to love their environment. We all do if we are to lead happy productive lives.
This summer she tried her hand at creating a garden, and has been consumed by it to the exclusion of most other occupations.
My Other Blogs
Kenya
My Lady of the Lake
Some of My Regular (and Occasional) Haunts
About Me
- Oma
- ... a woman who has been many women and will likely continue to metamorphose right til the end ... I have been a mother, a grandmother, a writer, a teacher, a traveler, a nomad,a hermit, a dog sitter, and a sporadic folk artist wannabe. Right now I am also a tiny-time-chef and caterer. Who knows where my travels will lead me as I travel down the final stretch of life's road?
Blogs for Writers
Followers
Something I Noticed Recently
- "A first draft is a work of construction. A seventh is the work of an artist." Barbara Kingsolver
Kenya's Sleepover Buddies
- Peach, a gentle 5 year old Lassie-type Collie
- Oberon, King of the Cat Fairies
- Corey, a 7 year old Golden Retriever
- Kitty, AKA Button, 8 weeks
- Tom Cat, 1 year old... run over November, 2010
- Olive, the 2 year old black lab
- Chelsea, the old and lumpy black lab on steroids
- Mica, the Siberian Husky
- Maggie, the two year old Berner
- Stella, the 7 month old Bernese Mountain Dog puppy
- Tango, the Ancient Sheep Dog, now deceased
- Zeke, the Nova Scotia Duck Toller, now deceased
- Henry, Marta's Golden Retriever
- Lulu, the tiny Cockapoo puppy
- Havoc, the Doberman
- Remi, Sarah's Golden Doodle
- Tango, the Golden Lab mix
- Teddy and Shea, Tammy and Carlos' dogs
- Nina, the Chocolate Lab, now re-homed because of viciousness
Blog Archive
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2008
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June
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- Nomadic Travels #1
- The Hermit Leaves the Lake ... Test Run ...
- Maxine retires ...
- Feeling Scattered
- Frustrations
- To help me on my journey ...
- On Trusting Instinct
- Contemplation of a Nomadic Summer
- This ‘n that on another rainy day ...
- Yikes! Yahoos!
- Lazy Saturday
- The Alchemist
- Fields of Diamonds
- Rabid Bunnies Should Not Be Saved!
- Zoom's Musical Meme
- Ouch!
- Halfway Through 2008
- Dragons and Other Beasts Remind Us to Play
- Good News Bears
- An Utterly Peaceful Day
- Happy Father's Day
- Close-up Side Vew
- Side view for Max
- Walking with Turtles
- The Apology
- The Poet and the Prosaic Writer
- Update on the Raccoon Corpse
- Sunrise at Pike Lake
- Mailbox Mania
- Look at those eyelashes!
- Remi's Answer to Dog Days
- She left her world a better place.
- A Scorcher
- First Swim of the Season
- The Dirty Deed is Almost Done
- After the Party
- Tammy's photos
- That's Why
- Sarah, Marta and the cake
- Marta and Tammy June 3
- The Pizza Party
- Fetching Sticks in a Stream
- A Rainy Rainy Day ... Again
- Random Thoughts
- Last Night ...
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June
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Films I am Watching (reviewed are starred)
- Blood Diamond
- Amazing Grace
- Rosenstrasse
- The Blade Runner
- My Cousin Vinnie
What I am Reading These Days
- Through Black Spruce by Joseph Boyden
- Good to a Fault by Marina Endicott
- What They Wanted by Donna Morrissey
- Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather o'Neill
- Merle's Door: Lessons from a Free Thinking Dog by Ted Kerasote
5 comments:
When I fell down the stairs it only took a couple of days to get better. But I only fell down nine steps, not 39. I recommend ice, aspirin and shiraz.
I recommend Arnica the "6" dose every 3 or 4 hours for the next couple of days, and ice!
Arnica! Lots of Arnica! Arnica saved my child from looking like an abused toddler when he was learning to walk. Arnica is definitely the key! Mud mama knows her stuff! :)
OUCH!!!
Poor you!!!
I heard about arnica when my sister's horse stomped me in February...then a friend told me about a gel called Traumeel - it has arnica as well as a bunch of other things...for inflammation, muscle pain and bruises...
Go take it easy until you leave!!!
Thank you all for your concern.
Arnica means having to go to the store which means driving which means sitting ... I may not be able to take that piece of advice.
Ditto for Traumeel.
I did have wine, not Shiraz, but wine ... and so I took ibuprofen and drank wine ... and ate almonds and crackers with cheese whiz ... while I watched The Fugitive sitting on one cheek.
Before I went to bed I grabbed an ice pack.
Then I fell into a stupor induced by alcohol and junk food and slept till morning lying on the unaffected cheek.
I didn't fall down all 39 steps, Zoom. I only fell a few. My feet scooted out from under me as if they were navigating glare ice, and I flew up in the air and then crashed down on a step or three. The plants flew off in two directions, and I let out a terrible shriek that scared Kenya who took a very long time to decide to come down the offending steps.
I hope you are right about the length of recovery time. When I fell on the icy fire escape a few years ago it took quite a long time before I felt normal.
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