I feel as if I have fallen off the planet recently. In actual fact it has been a fall that has set me back…but alas not a leap off the planet, rather a bottom end up fall out of my bed that left me in the weirdest position ever hanging onto Ruby my dogs tail.
If that sounds bizarre - it is. There I was having a nice little snooze late afternoon, dreaming a brilliant adventure dream, when the mother of all dog fights broke loose right next to me. Ruby had encroached on Zens space (his basket is beside my side of the bed, Ruby’s is on Pete’s side) and Zen decided to transmute into a lion. All bravery he is - but this little guy is feather light and Ruby is a bull terrier (for heaven sakes Zenni!).
I did not see what caused the ruckus as I was awakened rudely. In my groggy angst to get out of bed as fast as I could to put both dogs firmly in place I absailed off the edge of the bed. I ended up as I said in a semi headstand,(quite how is a mystery to me) bottom up in the air having smacked my hands hard into the nearby wardrobe. Bodged like an upturned sack of potatoes in a corner, quite literally.
As Zen’s growling turned to yelping and I imagined Ruby finishing him off for good, I managed to grab her tail to which I clung in that crazy up side down position while yelling my squashed head off for help and for the dogs to stop it. Simultaneously I had a rare out of body experience that filled me with terrible shame at my inept contortion and position. Like a snapshot I got an aerial view of myself…and not just that as if in the distance I could hear my pitiful muffled yelling. It was raw panic but not unfounded. A bullie in a temper is not a pretty thing and Zen is despite his bravado (or is it just plain silliness) a frail old boy nowadays.
My son Matt came running and seperated the dogs while I tried to uncontort myself from my elastic-man position. The dogs were fine - not a bite on Zen thank goodness. But I was not so fine. My neck ached. My hand knuckles were swelling rapidly as I stared at them & throbbing like the blazers. I swallowed a zinc tablet fast and pondered eating a hunk of cheese. This happens to me every time I injure myself - I start to wonder if I have the nutritional stores to recover on account of my weight loss surgery. So paranoid am I. 
Roll on the next few days and I got pretty adept at typing on the computer with one unbruised finger. Interim I had just started a mission of a project to renovate a bureau (for said computer). It was standing tackily half painted in my small diningroom awaiting attention. It was surrounded by a clutter of newspaper, sanding equipment, paints and rollers etc. It encroached on the room space and everyone had to move around the darned thing to access the kitchen because I had not thought this out properly before my fall. I took painkillers and plugged on with the job, which mercifully is done now.
I have a viper of a backpain left as a reminder of all my bedside antics and will probably subject myself to the local chinese healer tomorrow. Sorry if I go on about it like a neurotic, but I’m just having a small pity party. I know I am lucky I never broke a bone and that this happened thank goodness not in public 
- but my pride is still mending. I feel as if I have hobbled through the past days and accomplished so very little that my last post of all the things I was going to do - leaves me in tattered shame.
Ah, well, such is life. I will rest most of this weekend and hopefully next week I will be able to sort all the backlog better.
