Thursday, September 10, 2009

Oh, My Aching Back

It is probably a good thing that we did not bale more hay last night.

I can barely move from all the hay we hauled Monday and Tuesday.

It wasn't even a lot of bales, but they were larger and way heavier.

I could barely squat to milk the cow this morning. The low back is pretty much shot. Sometimes I think I am so healthy and strong I can do anything to which I set my mind. The boys were complaining about how heavy the bales were this go around and I guess maybe I showed off a bit.

"Come on, boys! Surely if your 40 something year old MOTHER can throw these bales you strong young men can handle it!"

Well, the boys are moving around just find today.

The mother is taking ibuprofen, arnica, green tea, naps, whatever she can get ahold of.

As I rested after chores this morning the girls brought me a mason jar filled with boiling water, wrapped in a towel. Patrick went outside and gathered goodies to make me a potion. Calendula, willow bark, red clover and rose hips boiled together to make a tea. Even though I never take honey in my tea he recommended I try it with at least a teaspoon. I did. It was pretty good and I think it really did help ease the spasms. Maybe he better make me another pot.

I was relieved that the kids were big enough to take care of themselves. I groaned and moaned and did homeschool preparations. The kids picked more mint to dehydrate for winter teas. They made fruit leather out of some jam that never jammed. Patrick planted onions and turnips and mulched the broccoli with some hay. Kids folded clothes and played board games.

We all wore sweaters because it is cool and damp today. If it were a day in October we would have a fire going to take off the chill. Not yet.

Epson salt baths, more ibuprofen, some more arnica. A walk. Exercises. Stretches.

I do not feel strong and powerful right at the moment. I feel whupped.

Pride goes before a fall. Or is that an aching back?

PS The broiler chickens in the moveable chicken tractor are doing well. They get fresh grass every day and do not have to compete with the ducks, geese, guineas and other chickens for their food. They have grown much larger on much less food. We put the turkeys in the tractor with them. They seem to be thriving. Hope they get nice and fat by the holidays.

PPS Every time I walk past the barn the perfume of the fresh hay grabs my attention. It is a lovely smell.

4 comments:

Leonora said...

So sorry about your back, Ginger! I pray for you to have you a speedy recovery.

CountryDew said...

Yikes, I am sorry about your back. I see a massage therapist who is very helpful when my back goes out; email me if you decide you need to take that route and I'll give you her name! She's very good.

Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Well, you know how I hate hay day!

Still, you make it sound so nice, someone bringing you hot water in a Mason jar and tea made from herbs picked right outside...

It's shocking though, isn't it? when we realize we are not invincible, not as strong as we used to be and we can't just plow through these things on pure will.

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gingerhillery@mac.com said...

Thanks for well wishes! I was feeling great by Sat evening then overdid it, so I am REALLY resting today! If it still hurts by tomorrow I will check on that massage therapist, Anita!

Hard to believe I am no longer 25 and able to work with no limitations... The will is willing, the body is not!