On a normal day/week/month/year, I barely keep up with necessary activities of life–like cleaning, outdoor chores, laundry, cooking, dog brushing, and so on. My priority for the work day is writing, and my priority for the rest of the time is the family activities. Now my family does a lot of the housework. Thank goodness, because I’m always running behind. So the title of this post is a misnomer, because I’m never actually keeping up.
One of my favorite cons on the planet is Miscon. It’s held over Memorial Day weekend in Missoula, Montana. I try to go every year. I missed last year and so was determined to go this year. It’s a 10-12 hour drive (depending on how often we stop and how long). We left at 5:30 in the a.m. and got in to Missoula sometime around 4 (that’s even after losing an hour). Anyhow, we get checked in and take our stuff to the room, then go get our badges from the con registration.
On the way back to our room, we started horsing around. The kids, my husband, and the dogs were behind me in the hallway and I decided that I’d walk fast back to the room in order to get there ahead and maybe lock everybody out. The kids realized what I was up to and started chasing me. So I started jogging. I got nearly to the door and the toe of my sandal caught on the floor and I went down on my face. Hard. The floor was indoor/outdoor carpet over concrete. Well, it felt like concrete anyhow. And it hurt. A lot
So after that, we iced, and then the man took me to the emergency room where they checked me out and gave me a
CT scan and discovered I had nothing broken, but I was going to be really swollen and the eye was going to be seriously black. All which proved true. And my friend saw me post the pic of facebook and overnight crochet me a purple and green top hat (mad hatter style) to go with my eye. (I’ve got the most awesome friends).
Fast forward a week and a half to now. The issue is not my eye. That’s never been the worst part of the fall. The problem is my wrists. I can’t write for any length of time. Part of that is the fact that my Kinesis keyboard isn’t working right now and I’m on a standard keyboard. But the other part is that in falling, I sprained both my wrists. Not only is writing tough, but so is just about everything else. The recommendation for sprains? Rest, ice, rest, and oh some more rest. I can’t do that. I have stuff to do.
But I’m getting even more behind. My house–well, it’s not clean. I’ve got someone coming in to clean bathrooms for me, thank goodness, but the rest of it is on the back burner. I’ve been gardening, but I can only do so much. I’m not weeding and deadheading the roses is on hold for now. I sprained my ankle when I was a kid. It took forever to heal. I can’t afford forever. Reading is tough because holding both book and Kindle put my hands at painful angle. Knitting is right off the table.
I thought about using Dragon Naturally Speaking for writing, but I need the finger/keyboard connection. I’m not one for thinking aloud or drafting aloud. I kind of wish I were. I’m also irritated at my limitations. Plus I can’t walk the dogs. I can’t manage the leashes if they pull.
So what’s all the take away from this? Writing fodder. Lots of writing fodder. First: I never knew
that a black eye would slide down. Mine started on the top of my eyelid, and now the bruising is down below the level of my nose. Second: that feeling when you hit so hard you almost black out and you feel shaky and shocky and suddenly very emotional. Third: emergency room nurses can and will make jokes if you’re willing (the nurse who said as we went into our cubicle, ‘have a nice trip!’). Fourth: at a con, everyone assumes your nasty black eye is makeup. Everybody. Also, everybody hears about it and strangers will check up to see if you’re all right. Fifth: arnica is amazeballs with bruising and swelling. Sixth: how to live without working bits. I’ve done that before with my back issues, but not with my hands. Seventh: I knew this one, but it bears repeating–corgis make everything better. And eight: now everybody knows that I come by nickname of Clodzilla honestly.