Yes, I haven’t posted in a while. No, I didn’t drop off the earth. I just dropped off the side of the curb. Over the past week, I’ve dedicated a great many hours painting the walls of my husband’s business. I was up and down a ladder more times than I can count. I was carrying huge carpet and linoleum rolls. I was bending and stretching, painting and lifting, hour after hour. All without incident.
And then, as I was returning to my van at the end of a long day, I rolled my foot stepping off the curb. Instantly, I was washed with nausea, hyperventilating, and sweating as I dealt with intense pain. My family was on their way to the van, so they got me a bag of ice and took me directly home to elevate and ice.
My dancer daughter, who has suffered through sprained ankles, taught me the treatment. R.I.C.E. Rest. Ice. Compress. Elevate.
I did so religiously for several days, finally giving in to the reality that it wasn’t getting any better. My husband lovingly said that I had a club for a foot…not much more you can say after that.
So today, after several hours at the doctor and an x-ray clinic, it was confirmed that I broke a bone on the top and side of my foot. Prognosis: the typical 6 weeks of immobilization.
I am a tough girl, but I have to admit that there have been moments of being quite overwhelmed, and a few tears have been shed as I process continuing through my life with 4 kids, childcare for 2 little ones, the coming of outdoor summer activities, and my husband leaving for 2+ weeks on Friday.
At this point, the gift of perspective really kicks in. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I have to step back and become incredibly grateful for the things that I do have. I am incredibly grateful that it was just one foot. I am incredibly grateful that my kids are at an age when they are so very helpful. And, I am incredibly grateful that they choose to be so very helpful. I have been completely taken care of by them – even to the extent that they went into the grocery store with my lists, shopped and paid for all of our groceries, while I sat in the car.
Perspective. It is priceless.
As is having deposited so much into the bank accounts of my family that I can take a few withdrawals every now and again…