Finally I followed Dr. Frances’s advice about rest. Ignoring medical protocols, I medicated myself with the strongest pain medicine in our bathroom kit plus a sleeping aid, put on my pajamas, and turned out the lights. Finding a comfortable position in our bed took as many minutes as the little yellow pill required to drag me into sleep.My mind traveled far and wide through a tornado of the last days’ experiences. At three, back muscle spasms woke me. I waited in the dark for something bad to happen. At four o’clock I put my good foot to the floor, then my swollen one, hobbled to David’s small coffeemaker and started a mug brewing while I showered. Five minutes under a hot water spray couldn’t steam away my stiffness. Dressed in soft clothes, I began Sunday. During harvest, it was almost like every other day in the week except for a morning devotions hour and closed school building.With our bedroom curtains pulled aside, I watched dawn break the darkness. Sitting at David’s desk, I turned on my data pad to review yesterday’s production reports and mail.
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