WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN!

Do you ever feel like all the stars are aligned, you are on top of the world and life is absolutely perfect? You are in such a happy blissful place.   I am always too scared to voice this when it does happen, as I know what goes up must come down. Sure enough it always comes down harder than you expect.

Bear and I  have been settling in well to our country/seaside living and finally getting to meet nice people.  We joined a group of similar newbies to the area, so all in the same boat.  Where we live unless your grandparents and parents were born in the district you are not accepted and we had been told by several people this fact.  It made us very disheartened and regretted moving so far away from our family to this new area.  When we used to visit for holidays everyone made us really welcome, then it was a different story once we became residents.

So we felt like we were getting somewhere with this new group and were enjoying socialising with them.  I found out they also had a walking group and water aerobics, which I was really looking forward to participating in.

Anyway fast forward a week and Bear goes on his usual early morning bike ride.  It is such a beautiful morning I decide to go for my walk rather than wait until after lunch.  A little bell rings in my head that maybe this is not a good idea especially since Bear prefers me to go when he is home.  This is in case I run into any trouble.  Silly me ignored the ringing bells, got dressed and away I went. Half way around the block I had a few niggling pains in my lower back, yet thought I would be able to walk through this.  I walked my usual route to go look at the beach as this always blows the cob webs away and makes me feel energised. I stay admiring the scenery for a while before heading home.  On my way back I notice a group of people gathered at one of the look outs.  So I stop there for a while to see if perhaps there is a whale in the bay. I arrive back before Bear which is good,  not so good though is my back deteriorated and by the time I arrived home I could hardly move.

I knew I was going to be in so much trouble once Bear found out and was really worried.  Anyway he arrived home around lunch time, had his shower and then I explained my predicament.  Wow he was like a bear with a sore head and I was in so much trouble.  He gave me a really long lecture about how foolish I was,  I was surprised he didn't give me a spanking at that stage.  Although I think I would have preferred that to the lecture.

The next day we were heading interstate to our nearest big shopping centre and the car trip, which was 90 minutes just about killed me.  When we arrived I could hardly move.  Luckily Bear had packed my walker so I struggled to walk into the shops with that. After walking around for a bit we sat down for lunch, then Bear went to the supermarket to buy some groceries. When he arrived back I stood up ready to go to look at more shops and was a bit grumpy with him. So to my surprise he gave me a hard swat.  He never usually does this in public.  It sent an electric shock right up my back and almost made me collapse.

So bear has decided that spanking is off the to do list at the moment as he is frightened of causing further injury.  I'm finding that I am getting antsy though and craving that connection which I know sounds crazy. Guess until I am out of my flare this is how it will be, just hope it doesn't last too long or I will be crawling up the walls.