Can't sit, can't stand, can't take it lying down. I hurt my back really good the other day, so good in fact, that it required a hunched-over lope to the doctor's and back with a fresh prescription for a lot of dream-inducing pain pills. My range of motion was hunchback only, with muscle spasms that reached from my upper back to my knees. Oi...
I don't take sitting around very well, as you can imagine. I did my best to stay positive. I thought, "Oh good - maybe I will just streamline through these knitted cowl orders and Frankie's entirely-knitted fall wardrobe (poor child) since all I can do is sit on an icepack anyways." I surrounded myself with baskets of knitting, cups of tea and ice. No go. The drugs come with the worst kind of finger dexterity you can imagine. I look like a weird ogre attempting to knit with sticks and rope - or at least that was the picture I imagined in my foggy head.
So after two entire days of half hour increments in various sitting, standing and lying down positions I have read from front to back three novels, one cookbook from which I will probably not cook from, slept for more hours straight than I have since I had children and basically contemplated life, in all it's beauty and what it means to me.
UNTIL...today, when I waddled into the sewing room, unable to straighten out, I realized that I was the most comfortable leaning against my cutting table. And I had this quilt in mind...You can stop your tsk-tsking, my mother has done it already. You don't really expect me to sit around for longer do you? TWO DAYS IS MY LIMIT!
The thought of picking up a rotary cutter was perhaps not one of my brightest ideas, since the long list of "don't do's" on my prescription include driving, lying down for ten minutes after eating and looking after small children (okay, I added the last one, but hey - I can milk this right?) Anyways, the cutting was simple triangles with hardly any math and I did just fine. Happy to be busy, even if it lasted for only an hour or so before I crashed on the couch to a chorus of "I told you so's". Can't keep a good girl down.
I have changed the coloring in my photos to a sepia tone to help illustrate the pain pill cloudiness in my head. Artistic, non?
