Wednesday, July 1, 2026

PAIN!

Tuesday morning dawned dark and cool. It was 13° at 4:00 and heavily overcast. I welcomed the weather because yesterday was a thorough watering day and the coolness of the day and the overcast skies meant the water would not rapidly evaporate. I’m already worried about Friday and Saturday with all the baking I must do, plus all the watering. Sigh.

I walked with Her Highness at 8:30, stooped like an old man. But I reckon the moving about was good for my aching back. As the walk progressed, it because less painful and my posture improved.

With my back hurting so badly, my foot hurting badly as well, and my wound hurting and uncovered, I felt rather shitty. I wanted to snap my fingers and be in a (good) care home where I had no chores and there were wheelchairs and human helpers. I just hope I’m feeling less pain and more mobile by the baking days ahead.

When we got home, I watered. By the time I’d finished the front beds and trees, the edible garden and the courtyard beds (about 60% of the watering), it was lunchtime. We all want lunch at around 10:30 on days when we’re up at 4:00. Then it was back to watering the remainder of the beds, shrubs and trees in the backyard. As I watered, I could hardly wait to finish and get myself on the chaise with a book.

It’s murder to get onto the chaise. I’ve really done something nasty to my back. I have more luck getting up than sitting down. I only read for less than an hour, and then we went shopping and for a walk. The sky had cleared and it was getting hot, so I walked Sheba early. She does not like the heat and by later in the afternoon, I knew it would be very warm.

Last night was awful. My back was over-the-moon painful. I was up at 3:30 to take a pain pill. I’m relieved that I needn’t water today. I may have to do some spot watering later in the day, but today I am bed/house bound. My mantra: This, too, shall pass. Thank God for books and reading!

I lit a fire this morning because I must wear a t-shirt so that my wound dries up again. Every night, it gets weepy and raw. I’m feeling broken and weary from pain. Sigh.