Ensconced

The tally today was 10×6, 6×6, and 4×6 heavy chain link panels falling over onto my left posterior shoulder as I leaned forward.

I shouted out for youngest to come help me as I held my own in bent over posture where everything had shoved and pinned me.

What is it with my left shoulder always getting beaten on, lately? It is certainly acting as the shield that catches, deflects, and protects.

I then joked with youngest, like Arnold Schwarzenegger in Kindergarten Cop’s tumor reference, “It’s not a hump,” and acted out staggering forward like Quasimodo.

I could feel the pain begin to throb and swell under my shoulder blade, yet knew I had to keep moving

Then, something landed hard on the top arch of my left foot. Ow. Ow. Ow. completed the lurching effect.

Later, I “hauled bootie,” walking along the freeway at night, hoping to not get sideswiped as I kept flashing my camera light at traffic coming up behind me.

My upper left thigh kept spasming, making me limp to not engage the catch of the psoas and quadraceps intersections fighting.

I passed an older woman sitting close to the zooming cars outside a midway convenience store and gave her what would have been my taxi fare.

She liked my name and wanted to be spoiled as my baby, citing I must know her since I belonged with Zeus and the other gods.

I told her I couldn’t join her because I had my own kid to take care of, and besides, the gods were just a part of human imagination.

She released me back to my duty of getting home upon seeing I had my own purpose set.

Now that I am very tired and sick, I hope to spend the next four days merely unpacking boxes and resting.

Ok – maybe just resting!