I've spent a good part of the day gardening. Muscles have been used which didn't know they existed. They are crying out, screaming in pain and agony. A hot bath did calm them a little, but still they scream out they are saying "ouch, ouch, ouch." My body feels so heavy it is like a sack of potatoes. The phone rang while I was in the middle of it and retired English Teacher was on the line. The conversation lasted about an hour, maybe more. My muscles got stiff, they had been given a chance to rest and they then began to scream, "no more, no more, no more," but it has been a sunny day, the job had to be done. It was hard physical going. Shovelling dirty from one place to another. I will get a good night's sleep I'm sure. Perhaps even comatose. Good and long. Eyes feel heavy. For a moment I closed them when sitting down for some telly time. I dosed off, as I am now so prone to do and consider part of the aging process. If I were younger things would be different. Then it would be no problem at all. My hands are covered in grazes and I have a massive blister on one palm. It cries out. "soothe me, soothe me, sooth me." There are so many messages this aging body is giving I don't know where to start. At one point when I was so tired I felt like I had pushed myself to the limit and would collapse. I was going on fumes. Had lost my breath and my arms were refusing to work. My body very nearly went on strike.
A back rub would be nice. Where's Sparkling when I need her? Seems like a I'll just have to go to bed early and let these heavy limbs hold me down and fight off dreams of gardening, dirt, shovels and buckets.
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