Hmm, when you're not in the best head-space and then you go and do something that makes things just that little bit worse... I was walking out at night, which is the best time to take Creed out. So, there we are, strolling along in the dark-ish. Streetlights only light up the paths so much and shadows are thick. That raised paver
looked like a shadow - until I caught my foot on it, proceeded to slam into the large dog walking by my side, and then hit the pavement. Ouch. Dammit - another pair of jeans ripped. Creed was all over me once I was down. Not sure if he was checking me out to see if I were okay, or if he just thought how wonderful it was that I was down at his level and it must be playtime. One bloody knee and the other... looked okay? Until about an hour later when it appeared that a cricket ball had been implanted on my knee. The next morning, it had transmuted into a tennis ball, then that evening into the adult form of the offspring from the union between a tennis ball and a golf ball. Still slightly swollen and badly bruised and though the knee can bend when I'm sitting (though it doesn't like to) it doesn't really when I'm walking (hobbling, limping, lurching). When the swelling goes all the way down, I'll be better able to evaluate any real damage. But until then, no walking or cycling or really even anything that requires knee flexion. So. Bugger.
But the thing about physical pain is that it distracts you from other things. So in an odd sort of way, I'm kind of feeling a bit better...
I've constructed two small raised garden beds, and last time I went to the Other House, I raided the henhouse for a lovely mix of bedding (wood shavings) and poo, and the hen yard for well-manured soil. These treasures have filled the lower halves of my little garden beds. I have to start my seeds yet so I've got time to get more soil.
Tidied out a few more crates and tossed more stuff - very cathartic. Read some old diaries - rather shocking the sorts of things I got up to in my early uni years. They went into the bin - ain't nobody needs to know that stuff!
Finally read
War of Art by Steven Pressfield. I say 'finally' because I've been meaning to do it for a while. A short read, as it turned out - only about 160 pages. Interesting, though. I have recorded quite a few quotes from it on Bookly.
Calf Raises Challenge Day 24
Physio exercises
First Thing Push-ups Day 14
And because I'm more mentally (though not physically) chipper, here's a photo:
Yep, looking at that picture makes me smile. Must be feeling better.