So i went to bed late last night reorganizing several hundred photos into general catagories/folders on Adelli, and went to sleep with a slight ache pinging somewhere on the right side of my head just beyond my forehead. Then 6:30am came around and the little pinging had turned into grating. The right side of my head felt like it was being ripped apart, and i had left my pain meds in my room (i was sleeping in Dad's bed because my own bed is covered with stuff, from laundry to other odds and ends such as books, cards from the hospital i have yet to organize, etc.). The pain was excruciating and i did attempt to adjust the way my head was lying to see if it would ease but the pain didn't let up, and if there's one thing i've learned from this whole experience it's that if i actually want relief i need to get active.
So after trying to massage my head a bit with no ease or relief, i finally got up and went after the vicadin, only for the pain to ease away a bit now that i was upright. I took the pain meds and returned to bed, rearranging the pillows to see if lying differently would help, but every time i laid down the pain increased. I finally managed to stack the pillows in a way so i was at an incline, sleeping kinda like i had on the hospital bed, and then woke up again somewhere between 9 and 10 because of little brothers. I know Mom was shushing them and telling them to be quiet, which is why i was able to drift back to sleep during that time and wake up officially a little past 10, this time with a distinct crink in my neck because i had slid down the pillows so my back was flat but my head was being held up, and there also remained a dull ache somewhere behind my right eye.
So i got out of bed and heard the door to the garage close so i went downstairs and poked my head out and caught Beck about to pull out and go to work. After being told where everyone was (Mom had the boys and would be back later, etc.), i took my morning meds (and another pain med) and then decided that i didn't want to be alone so i went across the street and brought Charle over. After a few ball throws and a few awkward frisbee tosses, i decided that despite the fact Mom keeps warning me to take it easy, i couldn't wait around any longer. There's a difference between doing something you're own way and having someone else do it while you oversee them do it so you can have them do it your way (which is what Mom keeps telling me to do for lots of things).
So, with Mom not around to tell me i'd regret it, i got the lawn mower out and proceeded to mow the backyard (which Shawn was supposed to do but being a child with ADHD has a tendency to shirk responsbilities). Considering the sporadic rain over the past few days and the fact that the lawn had last been mowed a few days before i returned from the hospital, there were several parts of the lawn with rather high grass. The sky was slightly overcast this morning so dew was still on the lawn so the grass was wet and yet...
By 2pm i had mowed the backyard, the front yard (which had been mowed by Shawn but that was a day or two ago so it had grown a bit), my neighbor's front yard (by then the mower ran out of gas but my neighbor's backyard didn't need mowing anyway so that worked out nicely), applied grass seed to certain sparse areas in the backyard i've been meaning to see if i can't patch up, and took a shower. Mom had, of course, given me no less than three warnings about pushing myself to hard but i hadn't been in any pain during any of the activity. No headache either, so maybe getting the blood moving was a good thing.
I fully intended to have lunch but somehow ended up not having it, (although suprisingly enough, while i was doing my best to dry my hair, Mom poked her head in and told me Pastor Clapper from church had stopped by to give me a mint oreo blizzard from Dairy Queen. At the same time as i'm grateful for the ice cream i can't also help but feel slightly spoiled. I mean i know 'Sarah' means 'princess' in Hebrew but really now. But the ice cream was happily accepted, and many thanks to Pastor Clapper for the treat. God bless you Clapper!) maybe because since i woke up with the sharp headache i've also felt a touch of queasiness.
I don't know where this queasiness came from. It feels slightly like the sensation when i didn't have a BM for so many days at the hospital and was plugged up but i have had a BM on a more regular schedule as a body should have so that can't be it. Food goes down and it's not like i feel as if i need to puke, and yet this uneasiness in my stomach has me slightly concerned. One thought of what it might be was that i may have possibly ingested a tiny bit of a steroid cream for the strange lumps on my left arm that could be impetigo (and are slowly vanishing thanks to the prescribed cream). A day or two after returning home the side of my face broke out with a rash and a few pimply marks appeared across my cheeks. Mom suggested putting some of the cream on the rash because it appeared around the time the marks on my arm did, which means if i rubbed any of that cream on my chin or cheeks there remains the small possibility i licked it at one point, but that's a very small possibility, and still not likely.
In any case, i ended up going back outside, Charle faithfully following me wherever i go (he's my buddy!) and we played fetch a bit longer. The humidity dropped drastically considering what it has been the past few days (Mom even turned the AC off and opened up the house it feels so nice) and staying outside in the slight breeze and shade from the thornless Locust and wild cherry trees was just nice. Not only that but the grass is now mowed to a decent height (courtesy of moi) so i was able to better spot a particular weed that i cannot remember the exact name of, all i can say for description is that it resembles clover but is a lighter shade of green and occasionally has a tiny yellow flower with it. It's a pretty common weed (the leaf shape is similar to Columbine, so much so that i accidentally ripped out two or three Columbine flowers of Mom's that surround our mailbox about a month or so back) that i rip out all the time from among Mom's strawberry plants and near my birdfeeders. So why do i mention this weed? Because after tossing a ball for Charle for a while, i ended up just sitting in the grass, enjoying the wind and the sun and the shade, and my eye just started catching onto patches of the weed around the backyard so i started to weed.
It should be noted that i still have this wound up tension along my neck and right arm/shoulder, so crawling around on hands and knees was a bit trickier that what it would normally be, and yet it was interesting at the same time. I may have gotten some more flexibility in my neck too, considering how i was moving my neck around looking over the lawn. How long i was actually out there i'm not sure, because before i actually got to the weeding i spent time with a hoe breaking the ground in areas i had spread the grass seed (if i didn't the birds would probably go for it and so would defeat the purpose of spreading grass seed) and then turned the sprinklers on for a bit to let it settle. Mom of course told me at least twice i was gonna reget doing all this, that i'll be a wreck tomorrow, but even so it feels good to get this work done.
Some time while i was weeding and throwing tennis balls and frisbees for Charle as i crawled around, i eventually just laid back in the grass with a hand behind my head and just relaxed on the lawn for a while. The slight breeze, lack of humidity, and lying in the shade of evening was real nice. Of course somewhere along the way Charle came over, rubbed himself against me and then laid down next to me...for about five minutes. Then he picked up a tennis ball and dropped it on me in hopes that i would throw it, and of course i obliged him. He brought it back two more times before he laid himself between my spread legs with the ball in his mouth. I spent nearly an hour maybe just sitting there petting him in the grass. It was all very peaceful. During that time i noticed a female Ruby-throated hummingbird hovering around the branches of the thornless locust only to then buzz over to the open blooms on the Rose of Sharon near the birdfeeders and then humm around other flowers that are on the deck. I got pictures of it too, but i'll have to add them in the next post because i haven't yet downloaded them. (yes, Nikomaru was out on the lawn with me when i was weeding. I never go to far without my camera, to many amazing opportunities present themselves only at certain times so i always have to be ready)
Of course the peace was broken eventually. I'd say with Beck's return from work. I had to return Charle to his home so he could have his dinner and then i had to eat dinner too (considering i had also missed lunch) and it is by several gracious and amazing families from church who have given us dinner meals this past week that enabled us to have a really good dinner tonight (a beef stew, yummy!) so no one starves despite us being busy so lately. I'm unaware who provided tonight's dinner, but it was excellent.
So now here i am, writing a blog. I am a bit tired, and i think i may even just go to sleep down here in the living room tonight. It's cooler down here, and the headache has returned so i don't want to move to far. Whether this headache is caused from me pushing to hard or is just something weird through this healing process, i know i can withstand it because God hasn't thrown anything at me yet He knew i couldn't deal with (and the only reason i knew i could deal with it at all is because i can do all things through Christ who gives me strength!)
