10 days ago I was rear-ended by a car doing about 45 mph. At first I just felt stiff but as the days worn on a constant pain in my lower back developed and was getting progressively worse. I finally made the dreaded trip to the Dr's office. A pinched nerve and damage to the sacrum he said. Physical therapy, anti inflammatories, heat, ice. No bending, no lifting...at this point my eyes began to glaze over and I was trying really hard not scream "Do you know what I do!" Instead tears seeped from the corners of my eyes.
Doc asked if I loved what I do. The words tumbled.. Yes, I love what I do. It is what I have done for the last 20 years. It is my life. I am a homesteader. A small time farmer. A caretaker of the earth and my animals.
I bend, I lift, I don't sit on the couch and watch tv. I was angry.
My dear hubby and Mom have stepped up and are doing the heavy chores. I am trying to be patient. I am trying to be good. And for the most part I have. Only occasionally pushing the limits when no one is looking.
And so for now I am feeding the chickens, gathering the eggs, feeding the dogs and baking LOTS of cookies.