December 22, 2008
The knee is still swollen, and I’m still in pain. I’m doing my best not to walk, which makes trips to the bathroom complicated. I find myself hobbling and grabbing walls and it sucks. It’s very difficult to sit still. The fact that Christmas is less than three days away is making me crazy. Presents need to be wrapped, things need to be done, and my husband’s carefree approach to it all is, quite frankly, pissing me off.
A lot of grumbling has been done on my part and I feel guilty about it. However, I think I’ve figured out God’s lesson. He’s forced me to relinquish control and I believe I’m supposed to learn that I can’t do it all, and that it’s okay to ask for help — it doesn’t mean I’m a failure if I admit that I’m not Super Mom.
Honestly, God, couldn’t you have sent me a letter? Was a painful fall down the stairs really necessary?
It’s been a rough weekend. My husband has banned me from doing anything that requires moving. I did my work while propped up on pillows, leg elevated, and it was miserable. I just want to run…RUN I SAY! Actually, I’d give anything just to bend my knee.
Today I have an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon. He’d like to scan my knee and make sure the tear hasn’t gotten any bigger. Apparently, hobbling to the bathroom could have caused more damage. Ugh. Crutches may be in my future if I’m not more careful. I’m trying to be careful. I really am.
The other lesson I’ve learned? I should have finished my Christmas shopping weeks ago. I waited until the last minute, and now I’m injured. Sending Doug shopping is like swimming in a hurricane. He can’t handle that. So it looks like the family may be getting fistfuls of cash this year. Merry Christmas!
Send me your good vibes. Maybe a miracle will happen and I’ll be cured by tomorrow!