I suppose I should have taken the break, the way the rest of my class did. But I was on a roll and didn't want to wait.
Instead, I end up at the doctor's. She thinks I've got a couple compression fractures in my back. I am relegated to sitting on my couch. I can't even sleep in my bed. Pain pills help.
I am using this time to go through some paperwork, but I can only sit at the computer for so long and I find it difficult to enter data for long enough periods to make it worthwhile.
My couch is covered with paperwork. I make piles and then my little one comes and sits with me and the piles get shoved aside. Pippin jumps up and flings them to the floor. Life is interesting.
I've met with my writing partner a couple times since the break, but we are not getting much done. She's been taking my mind off my physical disability by bringing over little cartoon DVD's. It's been working.
I am frustrated. There's nothing I can do about it. I have a couple writing books near at hand, but the last time I broke my back, I found I could not write. That's when I read the whole Sharp's series. (awesome).
I'll keep plugging away. My son's filled my 'frig and my daughter's taking care of walking the dog, cleaning the dishes, and general housekeeping.
Life is a hoot.
PS - don't even ask how this happened!