In the past I would have just kept on chugging along, but now I know if I don't take care of myself it will take much longer to get better. So, I'm sitting here with an ice pack on my knee, hyped up on Motrin, with absolutely no desire to do anything productive.
What's the point? I can't do what I need to do. No going down to the garage and bringing up boxes to be put away, no climbing ladders to hang pictures, even doing the laundry is a struggle. Once again I'm reminded of how much I take for granted.
I'm one of those people who loves a lot of variety in what I do. I find it difficult to do even the things I love the most, (like quilting), other than in spurts. I've also learned enough to know that forcing creativity gives up terrible results, so I try not to do that. If I'm not in the mood, I'm not in the mood.
Today should be an ideal quilting day. I should be nestled in my comfy chair with a pup on either side of me and my cat at my feet, cozily sewing away....ahhhhhhh, what a lovely picture! Instead I'm cranky and bored, and am finding it difficult to get excited about anything.
I've always been good at keeping myself occupied, but when I get bored it gets bad, real bad.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day, and who knows I may be able to walk without saying things I wouldn't want my mother to hear.
Her knees are bad too, I wonder what she says when know one else is listening.....