Pooped & Proud

Hart’s mom left on Saturday, I spent Sunday in bed with a migraine and my dad arrived on Monday. He came up wanting to work, which is exactly what we’ve done. From 8:30 a.m. to 5 p.m. Tuesday — after which we went to dinner with my aunt and uncle, who are in town from Kansas — and 8:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. yesterday (with a three-hour break to watch the Diamondbacks game), we’ve been working in the yard.

It’s been in an overhaul stage since last summer and we’ve finally added new plants. We planted 51 new plants and transplanted about 15 others. It looks great and I’m thrilled that I stood up to two solid days of physical labor. Of course, the only time I touched a shovel was when I carried it to my dad, but I still did a lot.

The big news: I did it all without a single bad headache! Not even during the night; although I could have had one but was so tired that I didn’t wake up to notice it. I’ve got a history of pushing myself too hard and then collapsing when I finish, so I’m not in the clear yet. But I’m still proud of how much I was able to accomplish. And it was a lot of fun.

I love days that remind me that my headaches aren’t the forefront of my life. This is the second time I’ve used the word in a week, but it really is empowering. I figure it’s OK to use an annoying buzzword if it’s the perfect word to fit the situation. This one definitely qualifies.

1 thought on “Pooped & Proud”

  1. Kerrie, so great to hear that your body co-operated so nicely with the gardening efforts. Sometimes the stuff we think will kill us actually doesn’t and then when we are least expecting it – a killer headache. It was likely all the positive vibes and happiness that kept your headache at bay during the gardening. Being outside, being happy, doing cathartic work…all very therapeutic!

    Thanks. I agree with the good vibe thing. I’m sure it helped that it was sunny.


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