I am feeling discouraged today. One week ago I had double bunion surgery and the pain today is as bad as it was days ago. I am a really active person,so I knew the inactivity caused by the pain and two walking boots would be difficult. I am sick of sitting and waiting to heal.
I’ve had one week of being propped up in a borrowed lazy boy recliner. And the thought of three more weeks of being squished into this chair, squashed in my living room makes me want to scream!
It isn’t fair! My brothers didn’t inherit dad’s mangled feet! I got the feet AND the chunky body. So chunky me walks around on a couple of stumps while their sleek physiques are whisked around by perfectly aligned metatarsals.
Waa Waa Waa…poor me! Pity party over.
What are my future gifts?
Walking, swimming, and getting up and down steps without crawling will be a gift when I am healed. The goal of running a marathon will be achieveable with my new happy feet. My feet, sans the bunion, hammertoe, and pain will be able to slip into all types of cute and sexy shoes! In a few weeks life will return to normal, but my normal will be even better.
It will be better, for awhile,because I will appreciate the ability to move without two walking boots and without pain. It will be better, for awhile, because exercising will seem like a priviledge instead of a burden.
Carly Simon sang ” don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got ’til its gone, take paradise, put up a parking lot”. It is human nature that we forget our blessings while they are bountiful,only to become grateful for them once they’ve slipped away.
So, what are my gifts for this recuperation time? This moment?
During these next few weeks my calendar is cleared;I have no speaking engagements, I am off work at the hospital, I can’t clean the house. My only requirement is to heal. Fortunately, while healing I can write if I choose. I don’t recall ever having this much free time. I should enjoy it.
Soon the walking boots will come off and I will be back on the hospital unit,or packing for an out of town speaking event. But for the moment, it is just me and my girls.We can laugh, hang together, order carry out food.I can sleep late or wake up early. I can write, read, or just think. Nothing but healing is required of me. Lucky me!
Living in gratitude means recognizing the gift of this very moment. So, with my butt sunk into the lazy boy, my fingers tapping on this keyboard, the pain of my feet subsiding due to decent pain killers, and the wind blowing a cool, fresh breeze into my living room I say, “Thank-you God for these healing days and healing moments!’ And,once again I realize that I am blessed!
