The rest of the day was spent on two major projects. More electrical stuff to include fixing a light fixture over one of the living room windows AND the beginning of cleaning out what we call the Honey House. It is called the Honey House because my dad was a beekeeper many many moons ago. For years, it has been a storage building. Three years ago it developed a leak and evidently two years ago, while the girls were here during the summer, we were told that every time it rained it poured through in a spot so they would go empty the garbage can that caught the water. One of the major jobs that must be done is reroofing that building. The materials for that are to be in today but that project is going to have to wait until next week to be started.
My major focus is still the attic and then moving a few things from the Honey House up into the attic. We have discovered that the attic is a very good place to store fabric. So we are going to move the fabric supply from the Honey House to the attic. (It is inevitable that if there are seamstresses in the house, there will be fabric in boxes some place.) So yesterday, as I waited for Hubby to do his chores with the electric stuff, I started in the out building and got all of the fabric (and some other things) pulled out and then proceeded to clean out the boxes, disposing of some, pulling some things out to take back to daughter#1, and then staging the mess to be reboxed and put upstairs. There were a few things that I felt needed to be washed now instead of later.
In the process of all of this I fell and hurt myself bad enough that the body complained loudly the rest of the day. I lost my balance amongst a bunch of boxes that I had spread out on the concrete by the garage and the next thing I knew my feet were trapped and I was going over. The ground slopes down at the edge of the concrete and I was headed for a face full of sand with that many more inches until impact! To make matters worse, my body was twisted making the prospect of this meeting with the ground even more distasteful.
In the end, I managed to catch myself enough that I landed on a box that took the impact of my body saving me the face full of dirt. But in the process of catching myself, I came down hard on my right hand and the whole right upper limb right into the shoulder, and most particularly the shoulder took the impact. I see a chiropractor fairly regularly and recommend it to everyone that has any back/neck pain. (I was living off of pain killers for a few years, so that has changed my life in a most positive way) Anyway, I kept grumping that I hope I don’t have to go to a chiropractor tomorrow. I simply do not have the time this week for the inconvenience nor the added expense. Fortunately, the neck popped shortly after it happened and I felt that was going to be okay. It used to be that any jar would send my neck into stiffness and pain (chiropractic really does work).
We use a wonderful massage oil with essential oils that I have found better than the other topical creams one uses for aches and pains. Hubby did a masterful job of applying it last night and working on the very sore spots from the fall. I woke up this morning with only some stiffness in the upper back and neck. I can live with that for now so long as I can work the stiffness out as I get moving. I do have a bruise on my hand but it looks nothing like the one on my right knee from climbing up and down the attic ladder. I use that right knee to brake myself when carrying things down those fold-down attic stairs.
I have set a goal today of getting the attic finished and I am hopeful that we can get it all done today. If so, we will be fairly on track for the week. So with that, I am off to face the day….