What a Week!

I knew from the beginning it was going to be a tough week for me. 

On Wednesday, I had to travel to Canton to my publisher's to discuss the beginning process of publishing my next book. I knew the meeting would probably take a couple of hours, which it did. Then, of course, we had to stop and eat before driving home. That's sitting for the better of five hours for me, which is not a wise thing for me to do, and generally I avoid it because of the repercussions. 

To make it worse, the next day I had to travel again. This time it was to Epworth to pick up the CDs. This is about 45 minutes from my house, so there was an hour and a half in the car, plus, of course, we had to stop and eat.

Now, to say I'm happy about the progress of the book is an understatement. I'm getting excited about it.

But my body cannot take all those hours on my posterior. I always am made to pay dearly for it. 

I was surprised when I went to bed Thursday night that it wasn't too bad.

But (there's always a but).

At five a. m. I awoke out of a deep sleep with the worst foot cramp I've ever had. It was pulling my foot up toward my knees. At the same time, my calf muscle was cramping, pulling my leg back toward my rear end.

I woke up screaming, and hopped out of bed in order to put my foot on the floor to stop the agony. 

Only, my leg didn't come down and I was pitched forward due to the force. 

This was not good.

I screamed some more, tried to catch onto something to keep from going to the floor. The oak rocker helped brace my fall as it slammed into the dresser. I knocked everything off my bed table but the lamp, breaking my grandmother's little heart trinket box in the process. I whammed my cheekbone on the edge of the table  and my arm sort of hooked into the rocker.

Husband tried to leap through the air to catch me, but failed. He told me later all he got was a poke in the eye as I came down.
By the way, Daughter slept through all this.

We somehow got me back in the bed, where I whimpered for a while. My arm and face where hurting. But of course, it being 5:00 a.m., I had to go to the little girl's room. Unfortunately, every time I raised my head, I thought I might throw up and felt "fainty fied" in the words of my people. So I had to wait a while before it was finally safe to sit up.

It took a while to go back to sleep because my arm was hurting so much, but I finally did.

Yesterday was not, shall we say, one of my better days. I didn't know I'd hurt my wrist pretty badly, too. I guess I stiff armed out, trying not to fall and sort of jammed it. 

When I was trying to put myself back together right after I fell, I realized my hand brace wasn't on, which was a "God thing" because if it had been, I couldn't have stopped my fall with my hand. When I was finally trying to go back to sleep, I put it back on. That's why it wasn't till morning that I realized my wrist was injured too.

Of course, my back screamed yesterday like it was my fault I fell. Sheesh.

Today is better. I have a very sore arm, with a giant bruise, but my wrist is better and I got a massage and fresh tape on my back. 

Now to figure out how to never, ever have cramps again.