Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The day after Christmas my knee began stiffening to the point I couldn't stand on it.  Thereby ushering in a two week period where I was in bed for days icing the knee and seeing my doctor and then an orthopedist and finally getting to the point when I have cautiously reentered the world.  I couldn't get to my studio to write, but I was the recipient of a great deal of right speech.  Calls, texts and visits from friends encouraged and advised me, and my husband turned out to be a passable Florence Nightengale, and my kids came through for me.  I'm now able to hobble around with my knee brace and a cane, and seeing, in retrospect the error of my ways.  Too much standing, cooking, lugging groceries, carrying my 25 pound grandson and just generally overdoing it.  The week before Christmas was a flurry of holiday party, shopping, going to help out with my grandson, lugging crab, washing dishes, and not taking good enough care of myself.  I am not the youth I was.  Next year I'll do more delegating, and scale way down.  I'm in that transition between my hosting and my kids taking it on.  A nudge will do the trick, I think.  Anyway, my kids came over and packed up all the Christmas decorations and put them back in the basement.  The house looks none the worse for my absence.  My husband made the meals and did a good job.  I am now slowly resuming some of my tasks, and my heating pad is my new best friend.  I have only to show my gratitude to all who stood by me or rather stood instead of me.  And the rest no doubt did me much good.