Woe Is Me

It’s no secret that I broke my leg in an unfortunate fall. The fractures are on the top of my tibia (Google it). Although everything is still attached (no broken off pieces), it hurts like *(^&$@! and I have to wear a leg brace, no cast.

I can’t do anything but hobble a few steps on crutches and spend most of my day sitting/laying with my leg elevated. Taking a shower is a major event of the day.

I’m miserable. I’m sulking.

Stop Whining Already!

Usually, I’m a very positive person but this has been hard on me; I just recuperated from hip replacement surgery (which I looked forward to so I could get back to hiking, biking, and swimming). Finished my physical therapy on Wednesday, Monday back at orthopedist’s for the broken leg. Long, sad, tragic, horrific story short (I told you I was sulking), a bunch of yellow jackets attacked my face, I swatted, lost my balance, fell and landed with all my weight on my knee on the cement edge of my pool.

This was me, the week before…

Moving On…

I’m going to be incapacitated for another four weeks (at least), so to lift my spirits, I visit (note: hobble over to) my meditation garden to enjoy the blooms.

This is the FIRST YEAR my hosta has bloomed. It’s exciting.

I think this is bee balm, or possibly Gerber daisies. More blooms to follow!

My brown-eyed susans are just popping! Actually, they want to take over the whole garden. Discipline is needed…

My day lilies didn’t like the heavy rains, but they still came through.

This is another first! This hydrangea has been hanging out in my garden for three, four years, and nothing. This year, Bloom!

A gift to myself- a new garden bench instead of a cracked, plastic chair. Too bad I can’t sit on it and enjoy it this year!

There are four of these planters on my pool deck. Those popping, pretty, pink flowers cheer me.

I have several pots of marigolds around the yard. They don’t have to be behind a fence because the deer won’t eat them. (But the creeps will pull them out of the dirt.)

These pots are next to my house. Thankfully all the rain running off the roof didn’t completely drown them.

Better Now?

Yes, I feel better. Nature always soothes and rejuvenates me. When I’m annoyed, angry, upset, or stuck on plot points, I visit or work on my gardens. I think everyone needs a place, a sanctuary, to destress and regroup.

Annnd?

Now that I’m feeling better (for the moment but not enough to go dancing), I’ll be working on my summer novel (look for hints to come), revising existing novels, subbing to agents, and publicizing two short stories picked up to be pubbed.

But I still hate this brace.