It knocked down the tree house. Our poor darling tree house. Loved by many, many children. Such a loss.
This shot was taken through one of the broken windows in the barn. Yesterdays left over tornado winds went for windows and doors.
The second thing is that I was looking out the kitchen window when I saw a small barn door break loose and begin to knock itself to bits, so in my ballet flats and a pinny (I was making cakes for the kids) I quickly ran out to fasten it again. I was very quick. Very agile. Like a woodsprite dancing through the wind and falling branches, laughing at the storm. I grabbed the door and hauled it against the wind, latched it back, called out to Sheila not long now darling, she grunted back trying not to show her resentment at being locked in. Daisy went ‘yoo hoo.’ Soon Daisy Paisley. Soon, I called at the top of my voice like a song. I was the King. I had it all in hand, I called. We have had storms before darling, I said to Boo, who leapt and whined at his first bad storm. .. We are OK.,I said,
On the way back to the house, I ran across the grass and up the path, leaping for the steps that I had climbed a thousand times before, I never step on the first one I always run up two and sometimes three at a time, with the wind at my back I could leap the whole lot I thought and did, but a growl came from the sky, the skies lights dimmed and the wind let loose with its other ideas – gathering its forces. After beating up on towns along the way, it hit one of its 60 mile an hour gusts. And as I reached the top of the steps it picked me up, said – that’s enough of you – and threw me back down the wet steps, backwards, no purchase, no stopping. I had this sublime moment when I saw myself tumbling down on my back, twisting then hitting each step with my little bottom, like a caricature, a joke, a cartoon, a doll. The wind roaring about me with all the fury of my past, my ears sung with it, snarling, biting and then I hit the bottom and all was blue and silent and I thought .. Am I hurt? Is this bad?
Wind moved on, flicking his cruel sharp tail at my uncombed unruly hair, hurling his abuse at the saddest sky, Sky could not help. Wind had had his say. Sky, my Rangi, could only watch. I wept for him. I cried out for home.
I slid to a halt with one foot beneath me and one stretched out and watched one of my little shoes fly out ahead and Wind zipped back and blew it out of reach then laughing like a dark cloud in a cupboard, he was gone.
Rangi watched as I sat very still and took a deep breath. My minds eye, blue as blue, moved about my body counting bones and muscles. My skin a canvas stretched thinly above muscle and tissue. All present and possibly correct. Wait, Rangi and my Mother (who has been dead for years) said. Stretch each limb first so we can see. All four were good, though the legs were slow to obey. There was a delay. Get up, I said to them. NO, they said back. I used ‘language’ my legs ignored it. Wait said my Mama.
After a while, after cruising through my body checking and rechecking, I had trouble getting up. The hurt was in the deepest bone, a primal bone, a comical bone. A pivotal yet laughable bone. The coccyx, the tail bone, the glutimous maximus. I would say rise, get me to my feet and it said. No.
Now, I know you are going to tell me to get to a doctor. All the doctor will do is give me drugs. Pain relief. Probably codeine. Take two of these he/she will say after 30,00 dollars worth of xrays, then go lie down. For reasons that I do keep close to my chest, I choose to have nothing to do with doctors At All Anymore. (Note the capitals) I have had more than enough of them when I was young. And have not seen a doctor in over 25 years. I know this might make you mad but I am your test case. Let’s see how long I can go without entering the deeply screwed up medical world. Food cured me. Just me though. I am not saying you should do this. But do not tell me to see the doc. I know what is wrong with me. It will be OK.
I have a miniscule hairline fracture in the left quadrant of the lower bit of the coccyx and then I bashed up the sacroiliac joint. Only a little, a teensy hairline fracture at the most. I can point to the bone for you but it is so BORING to discuss .. and very painful to sit upon. All this without xrays.
It will get better in its own time. I will be a wee bit slower than normal for a while. The animals don’t care. I don’t care. Being here is the most important thing.
Because not far from here, very close in fact, there is dreadful damage from the tornado that whipped up this wind. People have lost their homes. So it could have been much much worse.
Love your friend on the farmy,
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
137 responses to “The Bad Wind Came and Did Two Bad things”
Oh, my goodness. So thankful you’re okay and things weren’t worse for you there on the farm. But yes, it was terrible in so many places. Oy, vey.
I really hope you’re OK…that sounds terrible…Jenny damaged her coccyx when she was a teenager and still gets some grief. You’re right in that a doctor can’t do much about it. I’m on the other side of the fence to you with an unshakeable belief in doctors and medicine. I’ve never had much wrong with me all my life, but anything that has gone wrong, they’ve sorted. It could be that I’ve been lucky:)
So sorry you are hurt, but I applaud your choice of letting the body heal. I’m glad that things weren’t worse.
Dang, that’s a painful injury. But this too shall pass. So, so glad to hear that the tornado didn’t do more damage. Was so worried about you, Our John, and the farmy. Whew.
Oh dear Celi what a horrid fall…be very careful now and give it lots of time to heal….Motrin can help with the pain if you get the urge. I had nothing but great wind, hail and rain here…was very lucky. However my Sis lives in Peoria and wasn’t quite so lucky…a huge tree decided to topple on her house and decorate her family room, then of course piles of rain follow that. Luckily she was in her basement so is safe and sound….Washington, which took the direct hit, is about a quarter mile from her so we are thankful she is okay. It seemed strange to have such severe weather this time of year as usually this is what comes with the spring………I wish it was spring…..
a quarter of a mile is not very far, I bet she was terrified, thank goodness for basements.. c
We watched in horror – the path of the storm on Television. We knew it was close to you. We said many prayers, for you , the animals, for everyone. It was reassuring to read you blog, problems et all. V.
It seems your prayers worked, and swerved the worst of it aside.. thank you darling..c
Ugh. Sorry for the fall. I’m with you on the NO DOCTORS stance. I don’t go. Since you know you have a sacroiliac joint, and I think most don’t, you probably know all about it… only has about 3 degrees of movement but if it is knocked out of kilter it’s gonna hurt – feels like sciatica. I injured mine a few years ago and it is 99% better, but a trip to the chiropractor would quickly make it 100%. If your SI pain lingers for more than a week or so it may be something to consider.
Good thinking, hopefully things will line back up again soon, otherwise I will look for a chiro.. c
I am so sorry you got hurt trying to help your barn door. I agree with you about doctors, too. They are a different breed than they were when I was growing up. Have no use for them anymore. I was so anxious about you and the animals and could not wait to get online to make sure you were all OK. Too bad about the old tree house and tree. Glad you posted a picture of it the other day…
You are so lucky not to have been a direct hit…watching TV and feel so bad for all the folks that lost everything. Please try not to overdo today,…….oh yeah, right. Like spitting in the wind.
BTW what is a pinny? A pinafore or apron?
A pinny is an apron, probably from pinafore actually as that drops over clothes too. My Mum always called it a pinny and I have always worn one in the kitchen, I just love them.
Yep you wear a pinny over your frock to keep it clean LOL
As we watched the storm on TV, we thought of you, wondering how you fared. Glad you & all made it ok. Well, except your “hiney”. Must be painful. Hope you feel better soon.
Goodness gracious. Take care. And get a doughnut pillow.
So sorry to hear of your unfortunate interaction with the wind. I also was thinking of you this morning when I got up and heard the weather. The gusts and rain have moved through our area and it looks beautiful out now. Rest and recover, and definitely, Arnica!
Sigh. I don’t like doctors either (possibly for similar reasons), so I can’t really nag you to go, can I? I’m glad you weren’t more seriously hurt hon, and hope you heal soon. And I hope you have a very soft cushion to sit on…lots of love xxx
OMG that must have been scary having it lift and toss you like that! All things considered I am glad everyone was safe and not too much hurt!
I send you all of my best wishes and hugs for swift and thorough healing. I know others who have had long, healthy lives without much call for others’ doctoring, and know that you’ll do what suits your body and soul best. That said, I also know that my mama broke her coccyx eons ago and there is, indeed, nothing to be done for it but gentle treatment and time, so you lose nothing by simply maintaining your usual patience and wisdom. Be well and happy and safe, my dearest C.
xoxo,
K
Sorry to hear of your tussle with the steps.. Must have been so scary. So thankful that you and family are alright. The animals. too. Such devastation, our prayers go out to all.