If you’ve been reading my feeble posts this fall, you may have noticed that I haven’t engaged in many of the conversations I’ve started. Nor have I blogged as much as I would like to. The reason is a little mundane. It hurts to type.
In late August, both legs went out from under me as I slipped, stepping onto the wet deck of our lakefront at the cottage. I’d come down off the small hill above the deck, rather than use the stairs at the other end of the lakefront.
I landed on part of that rise rather than on the deck itself. Unfortunately, my tailbone managed to connect with the one prominent rock on that path – and was fractured in the process – my tailbone, that is. The rock is just fine.
If that wasn’t enough, it would seem that the fall may have also caused whiplash – and my spine hurts at both ends. The pinched nerves in my neck make it painful to type. The fractured coccyx made it hard to sit. (The tailbone is improving nicely. The neck, not so much.)
So. If you feel I’ve been remiss in responding to your more than pithy comments, please forgive me. My restraint is pain imposed.