Wow. Three posts in a half hour...I'm really outdoing myself here. Ha. Or frantically trying to make up for my wonderful ability to procrastinate.
I'm a gimp. My knee doesn't work. The same knee that gave out on me a week ago on the treadmill, has reared its ugly head and is determined to get its revenge.
Ok knee cap. You've made your point. Now back off ;)
I'm on crutches. Me? Crutches? Pretty ridiculous. What's even more ridiculous is that I'm hobbling around at work and at home...trying to keep a tough face on, when I'm pretty sure it would be far less painful to just saw off my entire limb with a dull fork. No joke.
The palms of my hands are bruised, I've already tripped on the dog half a dozen times, and don't even get me started on the flight of steps I have to do for Janie's four daily potty breaks. My only stable leg is getting ready to call Egypt and ask for some protesting advice, my arm pits hurt...and I've become quite adept at trying to carry things in my mouth (watch it, pervs).
The only solace that I really have...is that by the end of this ordeal, I may develop arms like Michelle Obama. That's what I'm holding out for anyway ;)
But what this has given me (in the instant satisfaction category), is a new-found appreciation for the far-more-mobile version of Sarah that I knew all-too-well 48 hours ago. You don't realize how important something is, until it is taken away.
Do you know what it's like to use crutches on ice? or packed snow? Do you know what it's like to use crutches on stairs and wrestle with a 12-year-old frisky cocker? Have you ever tried getting dressed or getting into the shower, while only using one leg? Have you tried to open non-handicap doors on a slippery floor? Or carry your lunch? or a purse? or...sneak through small spaces? It's brutal. Even my own home is a virtual land-mine for someone with mobillity issues, and I never even realized it until someone took my mobility away.
It gives me a new appreciation for the people I volunteer with (in both places). Yes, I see their walkers. Yes, I see their wheelchairs, but I never realized how big of a challenge they really have ahead of them. How big of a battle every day becomes when you have legs that don't work. It sucks. I'll never know what it's truly like to be them. I'll never know what it's like to have legs that don't work, or are paralyzed or deformed. I'll never know what it's like to have permanent mobility issues...and I'm thankful for that.
These crutches have given me such a profound sense of appreciation for all of those who battle those struggles every day. For those who don't get to hang up their walker after a few days, for those who are confined to a wheelchair. Their strength is admirable. Their determination to make it through is astounding...and it's something that I won't soon forget.
I'm in KNEE'd of some crutches.
And I'm thankful for (what) that ('s given me).
I'm a gimp. My knee doesn't work. The same knee that gave out on me a week ago on the treadmill, has reared its ugly head and is determined to get its revenge.
Ok knee cap. You've made your point. Now back off ;)
I'm on crutches. Me? Crutches? Pretty ridiculous. What's even more ridiculous is that I'm hobbling around at work and at home...trying to keep a tough face on, when I'm pretty sure it would be far less painful to just saw off my entire limb with a dull fork. No joke.
The palms of my hands are bruised, I've already tripped on the dog half a dozen times, and don't even get me started on the flight of steps I have to do for Janie's four daily potty breaks. My only stable leg is getting ready to call Egypt and ask for some protesting advice, my arm pits hurt...and I've become quite adept at trying to carry things in my mouth (watch it, pervs).
The only solace that I really have...is that by the end of this ordeal, I may develop arms like Michelle Obama. That's what I'm holding out for anyway ;)
But what this has given me (in the instant satisfaction category), is a new-found appreciation for the far-more-mobile version of Sarah that I knew all-too-well 48 hours ago. You don't realize how important something is, until it is taken away.
Do you know what it's like to use crutches on ice? or packed snow? Do you know what it's like to use crutches on stairs and wrestle with a 12-year-old frisky cocker? Have you ever tried getting dressed or getting into the shower, while only using one leg? Have you tried to open non-handicap doors on a slippery floor? Or carry your lunch? or a purse? or...sneak through small spaces? It's brutal. Even my own home is a virtual land-mine for someone with mobillity issues, and I never even realized it until someone took my mobility away.
It gives me a new appreciation for the people I volunteer with (in both places). Yes, I see their walkers. Yes, I see their wheelchairs, but I never realized how big of a challenge they really have ahead of them. How big of a battle every day becomes when you have legs that don't work. It sucks. I'll never know what it's truly like to be them. I'll never know what it's like to have legs that don't work, or are paralyzed or deformed. I'll never know what it's like to have permanent mobility issues...and I'm thankful for that.
These crutches have given me such a profound sense of appreciation for all of those who battle those struggles every day. For those who don't get to hang up their walker after a few days, for those who are confined to a wheelchair. Their strength is admirable. Their determination to make it through is astounding...and it's something that I won't soon forget.
I'm in KNEE'd of some crutches.
And I'm thankful for (what) that ('s given me).
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