Bedbound

This is what I’ve been looking at for two days: the view out my bedroom window.

I hurt myself with that road trip Tuesday and Wednesday and the corkscrew that is now my back was twisting hard, trying to screw me straight into the floor.

I have a crookedness that has come upon me in the last five years. I looked like a straight little birch tree as a girl but now I;m changing and when it hurts it really hurts. It hurts especially when I don’t go to the Y and stretch the muscles symmetrically.

I looked out at this window at the clouds barging around the sky,

and the odd goose zipping past.

and the robins with their small clutching toes perching on Verizon’s big daddy of a cable and don’t the squirrels love that cable too!

They wobble on it with their bunched up bottoms and look like the Flying Wallendas, startling everyone below with their acrobatics.

And me, I lay on my back.

Then I hung off the edge of the bed to give a break to that that reverse cervical curve we all have as people forever holding the old bowling ball of a head forward to drive or squint at a screen.

I lay on my tummy and remembered my babyhood.

I lay on my right side and tried to reassemble in exact the detail face of the man who has been sleeping beside me all these years.

But when I lay on my left side and looked out this window, well: THAT’s when I began feeling better.

I sometimes think all we ever really need is a view of the sky.

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9 thoughts on “Bedbound

    1. I’m not very good at that Joan. I do have a team of young people coming this afternoon to help me with this goshdarn refinishing project. Maybe I can just do the sanding or something. Thanks for this, you nice person, you.

  1. Thought there was something out of whack. when I don’t get a blog from Kate Davies I imagine she is having some rough bits since her stroke 2 years ago. When she come back she says she was feeling a bit ropey. The Scots have a way with words. She longs for a walk when not feeling quite herself.
    Are you home or at the lake?

  2. I’m here in our mouldering old house RJ; am about to throw off the covers and go Stand Against Racism, in our small town’s show of support to this national initiative happening all over the country these last two days. I wonder: how could you tell something was out of whack? Just curious because you’re the second person to say that.

  3. The four-year period I spend with terrible back pain turned me into an old lady in my 30s so I can relate to the crippling insanity of it. But I will say that repeatedly watching Le Moulin Rouge on painkillers one winter wasn’t really half bad. That is another window on the world, a rather colorful one that takes you away. I recommend (BYOPK).

  4. I am the Chair of student life for Winchester ABC. It means I get to give 8 guys rides to the Y, to their baseball games, to the doctor’s office…. But the operative phrase is “get to.” I love them;; just love them: I also love being the one who gets to hear all their witty talk.
    BYOPK : I figured it out seconds after I wrote that. sigh .

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