Carry On

I always feel foolish when I hit my head.

It is, after all,
where my eyes are located.

But the last time I hit my head, I felt foolish 

for another reason.

I was at the farm alone, doing chores

and I hit my head on something that I had

hit it on before.

I swore a little and kept working

until the blood got in my eye.

Then I panicked.

The sight of my own blood always 

scares me.  Mainly because I immediately start

calculating how long it will take me to get

to an emergency room, if I had to.

This time, as I held the wound with a dirty glove,

and walked back to the house, all the way

murmuring aloud  "Please don't let it be deep",

I started in on myself.

I bought this farm to retire at.

To grow old at.

What the heck was I thinking!?

I can't even do chores without a head injury.

How can I live out here alone?

You stupid, stupid old woman.

By the time I got to the house

I had beaten my self up pretty bad.

And looking in the mirror with blood on my face

only helped confirm the battle.

I cleaned myself up,

got out the first aid kit, dabbed on some antiseptic

and covered the gash with an eye patch and tape.

I finished the chores and with cut head
and a broken dream,

drove back to town.

I showed the girls my owie. And got their sympathy.

Rikki told me I needed two stitches.  What does she know.

It took a full day for me to come back to my senses about this.

Maybe I had rattled my brain too much.

Accidents happen.

Anywhere, anytime and for any reason.

Even if I had someone living with me at the farm,

chances are I would have still been alone that day.

Being alone

is 

not

the 

problem.

Living in the country

is 

not

the 

problem.

There

is 

no

problem.

There is just life

and learning

and being careful

and being smart

and being prepared

and not panicking

and thinking things through.

Cell phone in your pocket?

First aid kit in the house or vehicle?

Hospital within 15 miles?

Common sense intact?

Carry on then.