Today marks two weeks since I fell and broke three bones in my ankle in what is known as a trimalleolar fracture.
Today also marks one week since I had surgery to fix this fracture. I am now sporting twelve pins (that we can count in the x-rays) and one plate in my ankle. At this time, I don’t know if the pins will come out. We think they might because there was a patient next to me during pre-op who was having his pins removed by the same surgeon who was doing my surgery, so it’s possible.
I’ve learned a lot during this time…time I’ve spent mostly off my feet.
I have learned that my husband is an angel in disguise.
No kidding. He really is.
He has a grumpy exterior, but inside, he’s a mush-ball. He gets upset when I cry. Except for Saturday, when he told me to stop having a pity party, but it was GameDay Saturday, so I forgave him for that.
I have learned that though my faith is strong, it has some growing to do.
I haven’t questioned the “why” of this, but I have questioned the “how long” of it. I don’t like the wait-and-see mentality, but that’s just how it is with this kind of injury. It’s a longgggg wait-and-see.
Who has time for that?
Apparently, I do.
I’ve learned that the Lord shows up in a powerful way when I call on him, as I’ve had to do frequently but especially in the middle some of my darker moments…times that come unexpectedly but pack a solid punch to my psyche.
It is during these times when I have been thankful for my years of walking with God; His Word comes to my mind, and I recite verses to call Him close. He’s there, I know, but He feels more present when I call.
My injury has forced me to slow down and pay attention to the things around me. It’s a lesson I’ve needed to learn for a long time but have been too busy to make time for.
Oh, the irony of it.
I literally have to watch where I walk right now. I have to choose my steps carefully. In doing so, I’m noticing the smallest things. It’s an awareness that I am seeing carried into other areas. I find myself increasingly grateful for the littlest things. It’s amazing how much I really see now that I’ve slowed down.
I’m learning the power that a bath and freshly washed hair can have on a person’s mental health.
I’ve learned that perspective is everything. I’m trying really hard not to sweat the small stuff. It doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. Which is why I asked for (and received after asking for this for two days) a cup of Peppermint Hot Chocolate (with soy and without whipped cream). It was my first in two years. It didn’t blow up my daily goal in MyFitnessPal, although at over 300 calories, I will not be splurging often.
It tasted divine.
I’m learning that, just as new bruises are beginning to make their appearance, I’ll have unexpected bumps in the road, but God is gracious, and He will provide me with the means to overcome them.
Physically, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. Emotionally, it’s certainly challenging, but in a different way from other things I’ve experienced in my life.
I am a work in progress; this is part of the molding process.
It’s not always fun, and it’s certainly not always pretty (check out my greasy, pre-washed/eight-day-old hair)…
Still, I am #findingjoyinthejourney, hills, curves, and bumps included.