I recently hurt my knee. I slipped on wet grass and had to
be taken to the emergency room. Yesterday I had an MRI and next Monday they’ll
tell me my fate on whether I have torn a ligament and what can be done about
Pain has taught me self discipline. That I have to live with
less than perfectly tidied up house until my husband can get to it. I could nag
him about the dishes not being put away but really what harm is it to leave
them in the drainer for awhile? It’s not like they’re going anywhere.
Self discipline leads to patience. I can’t get off these crutches
overnight. In fact, I have a feeling we’ll be close friends for quite some
time. I can’t help that it takes me twice as long to get to my desk. And I can’t
drive somewhere at a whim (which saves me mileage, gas, and possible credit
I’m thankful that I can still work. I didn’t injure my
hands. I can still use a keyboard.
So I’m patient, grateful, and I’m saving money. Oh the joys
of knee pain!
Luna is obsessed with golf balls. She started rolling a stray golf ball around the house a few days ago. Now she somehow feels that this golf ball is hers and hers alone. She will cuff and spit at the other cats if they get near her golf ball.
Yesterday she took to sitting on her golf ball. She sits on it all day. Is she trying to hatch said golf ball? If so what does she think is inside? Or does she feel that she's somehow tapping into her inner Tiger Woods?