If were a horse.....

They might shoot me!
I was so well this morning, bit sore throaty and coughing a bit but feeling rather chipper and splendid. Marvellous, we have had sunshine and cool days, my favourite kind of weather and almost 2 weeks of it, hard to make me miserable, even by leaving go go crazy bone stickers all over my tidy front room ( even that! Imagine!) In fact even the sight of the stickers made me feel happy that we are able to indulge these fancies our boys have. ( sunshine works every time!) So then just after lunch ( which was fat free yet delicious) my left wrist started to ache a bit, just like a toothache and then, for the love of joints, what the hell?? Oh my goodness, what IS with that pain? Changing gear hurt, putting the hand brake on hurt, even just sitting still pretending I didn't even have a wrist hurt. Bloody hell kind of hurt too. I got home and was telling H about how I must have broken this wrist or something, lifted the arm up to show him the completely non existent swelling, that should be there because dear life it SO HURTS and as I lifted it...POP went my BACK, no kidding, right in the small of my back, something cracked out of place and in between laughing and OWing I just couldn't move, I stood and just heh! AHAHAHOWWWWW!
It was so funny but so painful and I kept trying to tell myself that this was ridiculous, I hadn't done anything but lift my not broken but feeling like it arm to the left and yet now...crippled. I lay down for an hour ( well, who would miss a chance to do that?) and thought I had made it better, got up, walked downstairs opened my mouth to say " All Better!" and " Ow! Ooof!" came out and darn it if I wasn't right back to square one again. One minute it is fine and then the next it is hurting like the devil ( does the devil hurt? I bet it does)
I am ignoring the fact that my left ankle is now trying to join in the action...what the dickens is going on?! What is with this weird snapping sort of ache crashing it's way through my body? Naturally my so long ago orthopaedic training is letting snippets of knowledge creep back in and I so far have a slipped disc, a good dose of Osteomyelitis ( non specific of course) arthritis ( though as yet have not decided whether it is rheumatoid or osteo, probably leaning towards osteo as my joints are not misshapen)
Even though I am crippled and in pain, I was selfless enough to take 2 of the boys to a barn dance, such excitement! All week we have been preparing and polishing cowboy boots, checking shirts, fidning bolo ties, fighting about who will wear what, who gets the spurs. Isaac has been so excited to wear his cowboy stuff. At 6pm they all started to get changed and were so thrilled that it was nearly TIME and then Isaac crumpled and said he should stay home because people may look at him and he never wanted to go anyway. So he stayed home with H because there isn't a reason in the world to make him go.
Seth and Eli had fun and at 8.30 were fit to drop, perfect for me and my slipped disc/osteoathritic/broken back and wrist, also they were about to open the kitchen and hand out cheesecakes and chocolate cakes so leaving right then was a great idea!
I bought some new Tshirts today, ordered them from a place online that sells great shirts for bigger and smaller people, I love their t shirts and they had a sale, so I ordered4, in the size that I am because I am sick of telling myself how I will soon be smaller and just waiting...so I ordered my size because I want to feel better NOW and by golly if it didn't work. They arrived today and they are GLORIOUSLY big, not touching a single roll, long and soft and just perfect. As I walk I have to keep hoicking my trousers up because they are loose and a bit slippy. Does it get better than that? ( well yes, it will be better when the trousers fall OFF because they are so enormous. But slippy and loose will do for now)
I have so much to say tonight but my broken/arthrtic/slipped disc back is now spreading down my legs and I have to lay down on the sofa with a hand across my brow ( but not the one attached to the broken wrist) and feel sorry for myself for a while.
Although, hard to feel sorry for yourself when you can look at a face like this and know you are his grandma!

Is that boy not just sunshine in a supermarket trolley?