Well, I had all intentions of maintaining a regular blog post schedule after the first of the year, but I think God had other plans.
For those of you who are my 'friends' on Facebook, I apologize for the redundancy, but I feel the need to share the events of the past week in this space, in the hopes of moving forward.
In my first post of 2016, I shared the process of identifying my word of the year: FUN
On Sunday night, January, 10, I discovered a new meaning of that word.
We live in a typical split-level house and in order to go from one place to another we must climb (or descend) a minimum of seven stairs. On this particular evening I was wanting to take a slice of pizza from the kitchen to the family room – a task I have successfully completely hundreds if not thousands of times before.
The family room is also fondly referred to as the “doggie room” and we have a baby gate at the foot of the stairs to prevent them from roaming the house. Again, this setup has been in place for years and I have successfully navigated the terrain in the past.
On Sunday night, however, I reached the bottom step, lifted my left leg over the gate, but somehow miscalculated the height of my right leg. I clipped the gate and fell flat on the slab. My husband claims it was the fastest fall he has ever witnessed.
The younger dogs clamored after the slice of pizza; my 12-year-old lab knew something was wrong and he promptly knelt in front of me, paws crossed, with a wistful look in his eye. We are soul mates… Ralfie and I.
I knew I fell hard, but it wasn't until I noticed my hand was not where I thought it should be that I realized I was seriously injured.
I refused an ambulance call (pride is a terrible thing) and instead managed to walk to the car with the help of my husband and son.
The long of the short of that initial diagnosis: broken humorous bone (see… Doesn't God have a sense of humor?)
I came through surgery on Monday morning just fine – and now I sport a handsome titanium rod with matching pin.
The next day physical therapy came to help me learn to walk with minimum shoulder mobility. I passed the test… Walking the hallway, as well as up and down a flight of stairs. I did complain of my sore hip, but I figured it was simply bruised. No big deal. The therapists insisted on an x-Ray, however.
Three hours later I learned I had a cracked hip bone. The surgeon could not believe I walked on it … And ordered complete bedrest until he could perform surgery the next day. For the uninitiated, complete bedrest means never allowed out of bed. Yes, bedpans were in my future. Oh my… A lesson in humility and releasing pride I was not prepared to learn.
The surgery happened at 6:00pm the next day and I now have a matching set of three titanium screws in my left hip to match the rod and pin in my left arm. I believe in doing things big.
I came home on Friday and have improved greatly since that time.
I must stay on the bedroom floor for at least two weeks, but my husband is a saint. He has rigged a special toilet so I can potty myself. Thanks to a good friend, I have a small refrigerator in the bedroom to hold water, yogurt, and snacks. The Keurig is in the second bath and I can fix my morning coffee. I have a lovely Paris room where I spend most of my days recovering.
They say I will be able to go downstairs in about two weeks.
The shoulder will remain immobile for six weeks and then I will go through therapy (I simply cannot imagine the atrophy I will experience after that amount of time. Prayers appreciated to endure the pain). I am hopeful to be back to “Normal” by the end of May.
Would I categorize this past week as fun? Of course not.
But you know what? I've learned a lot of lessons. I've learned to slow down. I've learned that what I thought was important is not a blip on the screen. I've learned I have a great family and wonderful friends. I am one blessed individual and I hope to never take that for granted.
I now have nothing BUT time. How many people dream of an opportunity like this?
- I can write what I want – when I want.
- I can read fiction and non-fiction all day long
- I can listen to music and begin to reconnect with that missing part of my life.
- I eat meals with my husband in the Paris room – a more intimate spot than in front of the television, as we were wont to do
While I am somewhat limited to what I can do with one hand… And how far I can travel on only 1.5 legs, I am blessed.
Am I having fun yet?
Yes, I am.
It may look different than I had envisioned a couple of weeks ago, but I am confident that all things will work for the good.