Playing in the Dirt

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Hi All

I've been out playing in the dirt late today and then up until it got

too dark to see what I was doing. My physical therapists taught me some

ways of manoeuvring at ground level and creative ways of getting up and

down. My broken leg is pretty much healed. It's taken quite awhile

because of the bone loss I have from having to take prednisone so many

times in my life. Plus, I'm no spring chicken anymore.

Thanks to such excellent physical therapy, the atrophied areas are

almost back to normal and I can now move the ankle on the broken leg,

better than I can on the one that was supposed to be the " good ankle. "

I sure wish they could work their magic on the rest of my broken down

body, but even excellent physical therapists can't help me fix things

that are permanently broken.

Out in the yard today, I had a grand time wiping my muddy hands on my

clothes and getting myself and my mean old spine, into positions were I

could pull up some of the sod that the moles killed in their search for

grubs. It hasn't rained for so long, that the sod and soil mostly

crumbled when I yanked on it. Hubby carted the heavy refuse to the

composting area for me, and hauled out the bags of fresh soil for me to

strew with my scoops. But, other than that, he left me to play in the

dirt. He made supper and did the dishes, so that I could keep enjoying

the muck.

Some of the mole tunnels are really quite intricate. They're actually

amazing little creatures. I just wish they'd get out of my yard though

and stay out. They're even uprooting my garden plants. They do have a

real job to do though. If I didn't have a lawn, I wouldn't consider

them as such pests. With all the pavement everywhere these days, the

tiny little critters really have to fight to keep going.

Our Kedi Kat will wait patiently for hours for one of them to make the

mistake of popping its head out of the mole hole she has chosen to stake

out for the day. I found three of her trophies this evening and praised

her for her good work.

Anyway, the pain from doing what I love to do most has already hit. :-)

My feet are shrieking. I've soaked them, while sitting on the shower

chair in the tub and rubbed them with lotion and put the special pads in

my special shoes, but they're not finding any of that agreeable. Maybe

once I get them all bound up for the night, they'll shut up.

My favourite physical therapist will be working her magic on them late

tomorrow afternoon. The instruments she has to use, hurt like hell

while she's doing it, but a couple of hours later, my feet, calves, and

ankles are quite happy. I wish insurance would let me go to physical

therapy two or three times a week for the rest of my life. The staff

where I go are so knowledgeable and fun. Everything that was so painful

to do at first, is getting easier with each visit.

I didn't get any housework done today. I didn't go shopping for

groceries like I planned. I just got muddy and sweaty and bug bitten.

That's my idea of a really good time. lol

Lyndi

very grateful for having good physical therapists