Not to beat an ongoing drum, but I’m still trying to heal from my ankle surgery back in December. I’m continuing to wonder how long this is going to take.
I’m used to being the tough old broad in the room. Sadly, that is no longer the case. Fearfully I’ve turned into a broken old lady.
I’ve tried everything from dry needling to prescribed exercises to pampering my injured foot. I’ve purchased every cream, potion and apparatus geared toward healing such injuries – or so the claim will relieve the pain.
Now I’m on a quest to find a reflexologist. I had that treatment on extremely weary feet while in New Orleans last year. It works!
I’ve got things to do and places to go. It’s tougher now than it has been in the past. I’m not a whiner by nature, but I’m fearful I’m becoming one.
Nothing bugs me more than someone who wants to go on and on and share every pain or inconvenience they have.
I’m determined not to be that person.
I can’t remember the last time I answered the how are you question with my normal “I’m just dandy” phrase I always used.
Nowadays I usually reply that I’m still healing.
On to better days. As in all things, this too will pass.
I’m a firm believer in prayer and action. God will in His perfect timing and wisdom heal me.
It’s unfortunately not in my nature to be patient. I learned a long time ago not to pray for patience. Instead, I pray for healing, strength and courage to keep trying.
I do accept prayers from others. So, if you are so inclined please pray for me.
Even frustrated, life is good today.