Bumpity bump

Oh dear, I fell in the kitchen yesterday. Seem to be in the wars at the moment. The huge bruise has almost disappeared from a solid, heavy piece of wood falling on the back of my calf a couple of weeks ago. Now I have more multi-coloured bruises to match my bright tie-dyed hoodie. I tripped over a box in the kitchen. Our house seems to be filled with never-ending cardboard boxes at present just as I have never-ending bruises. I landed with aplomb and apparently quietly on the unforgiving tiled kitchen floor. I have my own padding and that helps but the jolts that racked through my body and the subsequent pain was definitely not silent.

Today I am feeling all the after effects and although I have so much to do, I am just sitting here trying in some way to piece my body together again. It feels like it has been shattered into teeny fragments. I am not surprised that happened. My mind has been on the fastest spin cycle of heartfelt emotions and lists of things to do for sometime now. I know, in about a month's time, life will be a bit easier but it is really hectic right now and has been for some time.

Strangely, in the midst of all that chaos, I had a lightbulb moment regarding an issue I have struggled with for years. Amazing how your mind can clear for an instant as a realisation dawns. There is no solution to this issue but at least I now have an understanding of it. Thank goodness.

Not much else to say. Just need to breathe, try to relax and ease the latest pain. I am not a robot.