when i was pregnant with luke, i had carpel tunnel in both arms. BOTH ARMS. and let me just tell you, that shit hurts. hours upon hours of feeling like tiny shards of glass are stabbing me. every morning i woke up it was the first thing i felt. among other things, it really was no wonder i was such a terrible pregnant lady.
the day after having him, it was gone.
now, it’s back. not b/c i’m pregnant but from gardening. let that sink in a minute, i’ll wait. or maybe you don’t need to and you can process it quickly. it took me several hours this morning to realize that i must be doing some serious gardening to have the carpel tunnel thing come back.
i mean, i’m not a pussy or anything. FAR from it. i didn’t go and dig ONE hole and get injured. this may shock some of you, but i’ve become obsessed with gardening.
gardening is yet another form of therapy for me. as is writing and actual therapy. i’ve needed a LOT of therapy lately.
perhaps it’s time to slow down a little in the garden and obsess on something else for a while. before i kill everything with my “over-watering”, “over-fertilizing”, and just plain old “festering”.
June 2, 2007 at 3:50 pm |
Anyone seen Uncle Fester?
June 2, 2007 at 4:04 pm |
i ate him.
June 3, 2007 at 8:56 pm |
It really sucks when something you love to do ends up hurting you. There are so many things in life like this. I think there should be a law about this. I think you should introduce one and we’ll all vote and get it passed and you can garden all you want and I can smoke and drive fast and listen to really loud music and quit work and eat seven meals a day and… on and on.
June 3, 2007 at 10:18 pm |
one wink, you are so my new best friend! i would officially like to join your tribe.
June 4, 2007 at 7:31 pm |
(I thought we’d already planned this awhile ago. I was just giving you time to find out how much you like me *wink*)
This is how I see it. A couple of years from now, we’ll be traveling back and forth to each other’s houses for week-long vacations talking about how we hit it off first thing. Some things are just meant to be, you know. I’m so sure of it, I’m not even rushing this. Who said “It’ll happen when it happens”? Was it somebody famous or did I just make that up?
June 4, 2007 at 9:14 pm |
one wink, we prolly did discuss it i have a crs (can’t remember shit) disorder. and, really? you had me at hello.
i’m thinking that you made up that quote “It’ll happen when it happens” and you are so famous since you got a blog on the internets
yes, we’ll have a grand story to tell our followers in the tribe while drinking mint julips on the veranda
June 6, 2007 at 2:03 pm |
can i be in the tribe?
i hurt myself often too, because i garden til i drop and i walk around the yard with no shoes on and step on sharp things.
it is the best way for me to connect with the Source, God, The Great Spirit, My Higher Self or whatever the heck you wanna call it.
i like you, ONE WINK….you seem like one who likes liking excesses.
June 6, 2007 at 9:54 pm |
sis, you are so already in the tribe. in fact, you started it with our secret handshake being “un de bip”.
and hey thanks for turning me on to that gardening thing