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When Mischief is Afoot

My Pele . . . such a chill dog . . .

Yeah, rightttttt.

I think I’ve finally figured him out.

You see, he spends an awful lot of time sleeping.  I mean, it is a dog’s life, right?

But see, here’s what’s actually happening.

He’s plotting.

All kinds of evil.

Well, doggy evil, that is.

Take, for instance, Thursday afternoon.

Mondays and Thursdays are my long days because I go straight from school to physical therapy.  I usually don’t get home until 5:45 or so.

The Mr.’s schedule is usually flexible enough that he can come home during lunch to let the dogs out.

Pele has been staying in his crate during the day because he’s regressed to his puppy chewing days; however, we’d recently begun to leave him out because he had not been chewing things the times we’d accidentally left him out.

Now I can see that this was part of Pele’s grand plan.

We always said that he wasn’t the smartest cookie of the batch.

Boy has he had us fooled.

So, back to Thursday.

I got home around 6 and was greeted by a happy dog.

And this . . .

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The Mr. had beat me home but had left this for me to find because, as you can see, it was quite unbelievable.

My 80-pound dog had somehow dragged the toilet paper holder across the house to his bed – no easy feat, I’m sure, and one I wish I had a video of.

Not only that, but he’d chewed up some very pretty cruise photos the Mr. and I had taken during our last trip.

Pele had to have climbed on my baker’s rack to get to the pictures.

Sigh.

The Mr. said that if he’d remembered that it was my long day, he would have put Pele in his crate at lunch.  Pele tends to get antsy / lonely in the afternoons.

Or should I say that he gets hungry.

Lesson learned.

Again.

Because we’re getting old, forgetful, or soft.

Fast forward to Sunday.

Rooster Facetimed us in what has become our weekly call.  I had him pulled up on my computer, and we were all about our boy.

That’s when Pele decided to implement Part B of his evil plan.

He knew we were distracted, so he eased into the kitchen.

Then, I heard something.

That something was the sound of his claws . . .

On my counter . . .

Snagging something from the cooling rack . . .

I had made the Mr. ten donuts.

He had eaten two.

That should have left seven.

Go ahead and count the ones you see in the picture.

Yep.  Seven.

Pele had smelled the peanut butter and honey and decided he needed deserved one for being such a good boy.

Ahem.

Meanwhile, we were yelling at Pele, and Rooster was asking, “What’s happening?”

He had a good laugh when we told him.

Do you think Pele felt remorse?

Not exactly.

Now, don’t go passing judgment, and don’t you dare try to tell me that he needs more attention.

This boy gets more than his fair share, that’s for sure.

He’s spoiled rotten.

Just like a toddler, that doesn’t seem to be enough.

While I’d like to think that we’ve managed his mischief, I think the opposite is true.  He’s managing to create mischief when we least expect it.

I highly suspect that he has more plans for us; he seems to be getting more impish with each passing year.

Heaven help us.

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Week 44

Week 44 of my trimalleolar fracture recovery started off in an interesting way.

We were bracing for Hurricane Irma.

Oh, we weren’t in its direct path, but we still weren’t sure what it was going to do.  If it went into the Gulf, we knew we’d be in trouble.

Because it was such a large storm, the governor had closed all schools.  My district had mandated that schools be closed Monday and Tuesday as well, so I had the day off.

My physical therapist’s office had called the previous Thursday and left a message saying that it would be closed on Monday as well, so that meant I wouldn’t be going in for my regular appointment.

The day was blustery, and the wind howled until mid-afternoon.  We got a little bit of rain, but that was it.

I got on up and did my physical therapy exercises.  I’ve found that my ankle stays flexible if I keep up with these maneuvers even when I’m not at PT.

My in-laws had come over from Big City, Florida to spend Sunday night with us.  They left around 2pm on Monday once they were sure the wind wasn’t going to be an issue.

Now, I am not going to lie.  Not having to go in to school was SUCH a blessing.  This school year is already kicking my behind.  I made the best of the downtime and used Saturday and Monday to get ahead of lesson planning.

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That left me to my own devices on Tuesday.

I worked out and ran errands, overnight oats in tow . . .

I randomly texted my friend, Jane, to see if her school was open.  It was (she’s at the private school where we both spent our first year together), but it just so happened that she was on planning and her lunch followed right after, so I picked her up.  We ran to Panera for a wonderful 90-minute visit.

When I got home, I tried to fix a broken sprinkler head . . .

I had purchased a new one back in April, but for some reason, it had popped off, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, get it screwed back on.  I figured it was user error.

Funny story:  My neighbors pulled into their driveway while I was working, and they came over to see if I wanted to borrow their edger.  Y’all, they thought I was edging my yard by hand with that shovel.

We had a big laugh over that!

I headed back to school on Wednesday.  The kids and I were exhausted!  It wound up being a strange week with lots of yawns.  I spent my entire planning period in the copy room making hundreds of copies . . .

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After school, I stopped by the business where I get my sprinkler heads and was assured that the issue had not been me but the threads.  I bought another one and went home to fix it for good . . .

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Thursday morning, I got on up and worked out . . .

Then, as I got ready for work, I realized that I really did not have shoes to match my dress.  I decided to give flat sandals a go . . .

Now, I’m not going to lie.  This was a bit of rebellion on my part.  I’m not supposed to wear shoes that don’t have support, and I haven’t ever since I got out of my boot, but I’m so flipping tired of not matching sometimes.

When I walked into physical therapy that afternoon, the shoes did not go unnoticed.  Therapists are trained to see every single detail.

My trainer commented on them when I walked past her to the changing room.  I told her that I was pretty sure I’d be hurting later.  She was nice and told me that every once in a while wouldn’t hurt but not to make it a habit.

Ahem.

Physical therapy was hard.  Monster walks are still so tough; my legs need more time to regain the strength I’ve lost over the past few months.

I can’t remember if I did anything new.  I don’t think I did.  We did have a discussion about her upping the intensity of some of my exercises next week while she reduces the number of reps.  I’m glad for this.  It signals progress.

Physical therapy days are long ones for me.  I rarely get home before 5:30 or 6.  Pele had been up to no good . . .

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We’d been trying to let him roam free more; apparently the afternoons prove to be too tempting for him . . . or else that’s when he starts missing us.

I will say that I was pretty sore the next day (Friday).  I don’t know if it was from the sandals or the extra hard PT session the day before, but my ankle did not feel good all day.

Pele was feeling my pain . . .

When I got home from school, I hunkered down and got all of the stuff you see in my bag graded.  I even uploaded the grades and sent reports to parents . . .

I went to my school’s football game that evening, and if I could have put my hands on a pair of crutches or a scooter, I would have.

The evening was gorgeous; my ankle was not.

I was limping so bad by the end of the game that I could hardly stand it.  In fact, I could barely put weight on it period.

Ugh.

I’d spent sixteen hours on my feet – way too long.

When I got home that night, I collapsed in my recliner, watched Big Brother, and then dragged myself to bed where I slept until nearly noon.

Sleep did the trick, though, and I was able to work out before I settled in for a day of college football.

Pele didn’t stray far from my recliner on Saturday . . .

Honestly, I don’t think I even walked a mile around the house on Saturday.  That’s how exhausted I was.  I was so glad that I’d done all of my planning and grading beforehand; my brain could not have focused on anything school-related.

On Sunday, I’d intended to get up and walk three miles, but when the alarm went off, I went back to sleep until 8, when it was time to get ready for church.

I did manage to do my PT exercises after church.  I’m so glad too, because when I was doing one of my stretching moves, my ankle – where pressure had been building – popped.  This popping always relieves the pain.

I did some baking . . .

Almond Meal Donuts for the Mr.

Apple Muffins with Cinnamon Streusel for me . . .

Pele stole one of the Mr.’s donuts when we were Facetiming with Rooster . . .

We caught the pup red-pawed.  Turd.

So, the week was a good one.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I was able to schedule an eval appointment with my ankle surgeon.  I go in next week.  I am tentatively scheduled for another surgery December 21st.  I want two or three pins removed from my ankle.  These are the pins that are giving me fits when I wear my sneakers and when anything rubs against them.  They are on the boniest parts of my inner and outer ankle.  I am praying that the doctor gives me the green light to proceed.  By the time he does the surgery, I’ll be thirteen months out of my injury, which from all that I’ve read is ample time for healing to have occurred.  By having the surgery during Christmas vacation, I’ll have a good head start on recovering before school resumes in January.  I’ll also have a chance to return to physical therapy to start regaining flexibility in my ankle again.  I have a feeling I’ll be in PT forever!  Ha!

As always, I’m #findingjoyinthejourney and thanking my heavenly Father for the healing He’s graciously allowed thus far.

Thankful Thursday

I’m taking a page out of Rebecca’s book, or rather blog, and doing a Thankful Thursday blog post – because I’m trying my best to get a bit more consistent in my writing because I really do love it so.

Here are some of the most recent things I’m thankful for:

1. My fur babies

I had last Friday (and Monday and Tuesday) off because of the hurricane.  The weather on Friday was divine, as was Tuesday’s weather.  While I scooped poop from the back yard, the dogs enjoyed the cooler temperature and the wind.

This was the perfect opportunity for a little photo session.

Pele’s smile, y’all, was contagious . . .

I might have been smiling a little extra because of the day off, which was desperately needed after a hectic first two weeks of school.

Gambit enjoyed some extra snuggles as well.

2.  Snapchat Filters

This may seem lame, but we all need some fun in our lives, and the daily filters on Snapchat are a hoot!  Some of my favorites have been . . .

Isn’t it great when the filter matches your outfit? Thanks, Snapchat!

 

Doesn’t everyone wear bunny ears when they shop at Kohls?

 

I need these ears in my life . . . on a daily basis

 

Peacing out at physical therapy

 

Ever since the start of school, my brain has felt like a bowl of Fruit Loops

3. Doughnut pans

I’ve been on a doughnut kick of late.  I saw a recipe for Healthy Pumpkin Doughnuts and had to try them.

 

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That Maple Pecan Glaze on top . . . to die for.

 

I even figured out how to make a batch that catered to the Mr.’s special diet.

The second time I made these, I added extra honey and peanut butter.  He’s in love with them.

4. Talented Students

Take a look at these drawing I found on a couple of my students’ assignments . . .

My kids never fail to amaze me.  The quietest students showcase themselves in the most unexpected ways.  I am constantly in awe of their under-spoken gifts.

5. New Books

Y’all, I have been reading my way through the Throne of Glass series, thanks to the recommendation from my friend, Megan.  The newest book arrived in my mail a few days ago.  Now, if only I could finish book 4 . . .

6. Chick fil A Sweet Tea and Fries

I’m usually really good with my diet, but some days just call for sweet tea and waffle fries . . .

So, what are you thankful for today?

Falling into the Hodgepodge

Technically, fall doesn’t begin until September 22, but I’m an overachiever, and one of Joyce’s questions addresses seasonal changes so yeah – the title of my post today.  It’s scary how my brain works, isn’t it?  Maybe we should just jump into the questions.

1.  Is a picture worth a thousand words? Elaborate.

I believe that a picture can be worth a thousand words depending on the photo.  Sometimes, you just can’t put words to an experience; feelings just cannot be captured in the turn of a phrase.  We were created to absorb information through all of our senses, and sight is certainly one of them.

Here’s a photo for you . . .

I snapped that after Christmas, before we had gotten our dining area back in order.  Molly loved to look out that front window.  With the table out of the way, she had easier access.

Every time I see this picture, which stays on my phone, I can’t help but wonder what she was thinking as she looked outside.  Little did I know at the time I snapped it that she would be gone a mere seven months later.

Now, when I look at that window, I see her there and remember this moment.  I miss her terribly.

So yes, a picture can be worth a thousand words – a thousand feelings, really.

2.  Have you ever driven any part of the Pacific Coast Highway? If so what was your favorite stop? If not, is this sort of trip on your bucket list?

I don’t believe that I’ve traveled down this highway; that part of the country is a long way from Florida.  I can’t say that it’s on my bucket list.  Maybe I will if I am retired and have plenty of time on my hands.  I’m sure the views must be incredible.

3.  How do the changing seasons affect you? As the seasons change do you find yourself looking more forward or backward? Which season-season transition bothers you most? Why do you suppose that is? 

I can’t say that the changing seasons affect me too much.  I pretty much take them in stride.  Going from summer to fall is a little sad because that signals the end to my summer vacation, but it’s also fun because I know that college football is close at hand.  Fall to winter is a non-event.  Winter to spring is fun because I know that Spring Break is about to happen, and spring to summer is whatever because in Florida both seasons are pretty much the same.

Perhaps the seasonal changes affect people because they signal the passage of time.  I’m so grateful for each day that I try really hard not to look backwards.  I’m pretty focused on each moment.

4.  It’s your birthday and you get to pick the dinner menu. What are we having? Do you ever lie about your age?

I’d love a plate of Tofu Massaman Curry from my favorite local restaurant please.  The peanut sauce is to die for!  As far as lying about my age, it’s not something I do.  I’m proud of it and am actually kind of shocked that I’m 47.  My brain doesn’t believe it sometimes.

5.  What’s a life lesson you’ve learned recently?

Since last November, I’ve learned that God truly is in control.  Yes, I’d like to think I have things planned out, but then I remember that this is delusional thinking (while I think I hear God chuckling behind me).  Breaking my ankle, dealing with a very ill husband, and losing my dog have reminded me that while I most certainly do not have things under control, God does, and His plans are perfect despite how I feel as they are playing out.

6.  My Random Thought

This was my Snapchat photo last Wednesday . . .

I’d say it’s pretty accurate even today as I head back to school after almost a week of being out due to this . . .

I am so thankful that God spared my part of the state; the Keys and other areas in the state were not so fortunate.  Chicky had to evacuate.  She’ll be returning home soon because, while students in her district are out the rest of the week, teachers have to report on Friday.  I’m sure she must be dreading the drive.  Coming north was a nightmare she doesn’t want to experience again . . . double the driving time . . . no place to potty . . . fatigue.  Hopefully, her drive hope will be quicker and less eventful.

Have a great week, everyone!

Flowers on Friday

My school district cancelled classes on Friday because of Hurricane Irma.

I intended to get up around 7 to walk, but my alarm didn’t go off, and I didn’t wake up until 9.  I had stuff to do – fuel to top off and water to hunt down, so I quickly got dressed.

About that time, my phone rang.  It was my principal’s secretary.  She told me that Fed Ex had delivered a package to the school for me.  I scratched my head in confusion until she told me that the box appeared to be from my husband.

That’s when I pieced things together . . .

Flowers . . .

Then, I panicked.

Was Friday my anniversary, and had I missed saying something to the hubby before he’d left for work?

But no.  It was only the 8th.  My anniversary wasn’t until the next day, so I was good, and the hubby wouldn’t have anything to hold over my head.

Whew!

I ran to the school and picked up my box (along with the salad I’d left in the fridge the day before when I didn’t have time to eat because life, y’all).

When I got home, I opened them up . . .

The anticipation grew as I wondered what kind of flowers I’d find . . .

Roses, y’all!

Aren’t they pretty?  They smell amazing too!

So, Saturday was our 28th anniversary.

That’s a long time.

All the while, Hurricane Irma was bearing down on Florida.

I found it ironic.  I mean, my guy and I have weathered quite a few storms over the past ten months with my ankle, his Crohn’s, and Molly’s passing.

It’s been tough.

Yet, we’ve grown stronger, with God’s help.

I’m so grateful for this guy.  He puts up with a lot.  Being the spouse of a teacher isn’t easy.

Truth be told, being a spouse to me would challenge even the easiest-going person.

What can I say?  I keep things real around here.

That’s not to say that I don’t put up with a lot as well because, y’all, he’s a guy.  In other words, it’s sometimes like I still have a child at home.

Ha!

All joking (ahem) aside, I do love this man, and I’m thankful that God put him in my life that fateful Friday night at the high school game we were both attending.

I’m happy that the then-not-even-a-boyfriend-but-just-a-cute-guy had a car that broke down and I had to drive him back to his grandparents’ house.

Yeah.  That guy.

He’s the logical to my freakout.

I’m the I’ll-find-a-way to his I’ll-call-a-person.

I pray that this year is easier, and when we celebrate our 29th, we will be able to look back on a year of rest and healing (and no breakage of any kind).

 

Weeks 42 and 43

Hello, my name is Nathalie, and I’ve been a terrible blogger of late.

The beginning of the school year is always hectic.  This one has me feeling a bit like a new teacher, but that’s a post for another day.

I never got around to blogging about my trimalleolar fracture Week 42 recovery, so I think I’ll combine the past two weeks into one post.

Sound good?

Ok then!

Overall, I’ve had a pretty good couple of weeks.  Week 41 marked six months of being in physical therapy . . .

I’m usually there between an hour and a half and two hours, twice a week.

The time is more than worth it; this is something I could never do on my own.  I knew, immediately after the diagnosis of my fracture (and a Google search), that I’d be in this for the long haul.

My trainer’s plan of advancing me slowly seems to be working extremely well.  She usually gives me a couple of visits before introducing harder moves to ensure that I’m not experiencing extra pain and discomfort.

One of my new exercises during Week 42 was a modified version of the bridge.  I had to get on my back with my knees bent.  Then, while holding my core up in the air in a bridge position, I had to bring one bent leg toward me before returning that foot to the mat.  I alternated legs each time.

Yes, those are pearls you see in the photo.  I wore them with whatever my outfit was that day, and I didn’t want to lose them, so I left them on, with the workout clothes I’d changed into, during physical therapy.

I’m classy that way.

In between physical therapy days, I make sure to do some of the exercises at home to help with flexibility . . .

My second PT visit during Week 41 had me doing a couple of new exercises.

One was partial squats!!!  I cannot even tell you how excited I was about this!  I have not been allowed to do any exercises that resemble my old leg workouts.

My trainer had me doing the half squats between my monster walks.  Talk about butt burn!  I felt amazing!

Then, she showed me another new exercise . . .

For this one, I had to stand on that board (I want one of these so bad), sit myself in a squat position with my rear end poked back, and touch my left heel to the floor in front of me while bending my right knee slightly.

I’m not going to lie.

This was extremely difficult and painful.  By the fifth rep, I was done.

Oh, and I was supposed to do it while balancing myself, but I couldn’t.  We had to move the board beside a table so I had something to hold onto.

I may have teared up.  I felt like I was back at square one – especially after my trainer demonstrated the move for me and made it look super easy.

It wasn’t.

I’d definitely hit a wall in what I could do.  When I tried to do it with my left leg, I was fine . . . evidence of how far I still had to go.

It was discouraging, but hey, if I could do everything, I wouldn’t need physical therapy, right?

I was in a lot of pain the rest of the night, but by the next morning, I was feeling a little better and was back up early stretching my tendon . . .

I don’t normally work out in my pajamas, but heck, I just didn’t feel like changing into shorts.  Ha!

That weekend, I tried, again, to do the one legged bend move, but I just could not do more than four or five . . .

That Sunday, I was determined to get up and walk.  I wanted to start on the newest Hogwarts Running Club’s race, the Platform 9 3/4k race.

I had promised my trainer that I wouldn’t do more than three miles.  I did a bit over that but only because I needed to get home!

It was a beautiful morning; the sunrise made getting up early totally worth the effort!

I kicked up my feet and relaxed the rest of the day.  I was a little extra-happy because I didn’t have to work the next day (Labor Day) . . .

Even though I didn’t have PT that Monday because of the holiday (and the first day of Week 43), I still got up and worked out . . .

I’d finished the Body Beast program, but since I’m limited on the kinds of workouts I can do, I decided to do another round of this program.

I really like building my muscles, and the calorie burn I get each day is rewarding.

I indulged in some pool time afterward – what will probably be the last for the year . . .

The rest of the week saw me working out (duh).  I like to leave things prepped the night before.  This helps speed things up at o’dark 30 in the morning . . .

I had therapy on Thursday where my trainer added some new exercises.

For one, I had to put a band around both of my feet while I was on my back on a table.  Then, with my legs in the air (this was a great move for core work), I had to pull one knee toward me, with my foot flexed upward, and then push it back while keeping the other leg straight out.  The purpose was to stretch the front of my leg, along my shin bone.  This is another area where I experience pain sometimes.  The hope is to increase flexibility.

Another exercise that really excited me was the one where I got to step up onto a box and then step back down.

This may not seem like much, but I have continued to struggle with stairs.  When I go up, leading with my right foot (my bad ankle), I have pain because it hurts to push into that foot.  When I step down, either from my left or right foot, I have problems from either an inflexible right knee or a weak right foot that doesn’t want to stretch behind me.

My trainer said that the box move is a pretty advanced one – that I’m progressing very well.

Y’all, my heart really sang at that.

I left PT in high spirits and attended my school’s football game, which had been moved up from Friday to Thursday because of the hurricane.

Just look at the sunset God blessed us with . . .

We didn’t win, and my ankle was sore after being on it for over seventeen hours.  It’s a good thing that school got cancelled for Friday because I needed to take it easy!

I did manage to get up on Saturday and do the second part of the 9 3/4k . . .

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The weather was a bit chilly, but I warned up a half mile into it.

I pushed myself pretty hard during this walk and wound up with a 15:35 pace!

I can’t wait to get the medal for this because I know how hard I worked for it!

I gave myself a good stretch when I got home . . .

That pretty much rounded out my week.

I feel as though I’m turning another corner in my recovery process.  Although I still experience near-constant pain of some sort, it’s manageable.  The biggest thing I’ve noticed is that I am able to get out of bed in the mornings and walk well . . . until the reality of a day on my feet hits.  🙂

I did send an email to my surgeon’s nurse last week to inquire about having a second surgery this fall.  I am pretty desperate to have two or three pins removed.  The ones I have in mind cause a lot of discomfort, and I feel as though having them out will diminish the pain I experience every day and may help me edge closer toward a total recovery.

I will have to go back to the doctor for an evaluation to make sure it’s do-able.  I do know that I won’t be able to have the surgery during Thanksgiving week, as I’d hoped, because the doctor will be off then, so I’m hoping for Christmas, which will actually allow me time to heal before going back to school in January.  I’m just praying he gives the okay because my bones are in pretty bad shape still.

Please continue to pray for me.  This healing process seems to be speeding up, or maybe that’s just the illusion of time.

Either way, I am beyond thankful for every single step I can take without the use of a crutch or a scooter.

I’ve been watching Big Brother, and watching Christmas recover from the foot she broke ON THE SHOW has given me chills.  She’s currently walking with one crutch and a boot, and I totally remember doing that as though it was yesterday.

The struggle was REAL, y’all.  In fact, I was still walking with a crutch when I started physical therapy in January, so it’s fresh on my mind.

I’m kind of glad because it means that I’m not taking anything for granted.  I have much to be thankful for and continue #findingjoyinthejourney.

Week 41

Week 41 of my recovery journey after breaking my ankle has come and gone.  Let’s check on my progress, shall we?

I went to physical therapy on Monday.  I did my regular stretches for my hamstrings and Achilles tendon.

I was actually feeling pretty good for a Monday (the first full week back at school too).

J, my trainer, had me try a new balancing exercise.  She put me on two disks that I had to stand on for two rounds of three minutes.  It was a little harder than I’d expected.  I was a little surprised though because back when I was doing my PT during the spring, I was balancing on a disk on one foot and had gotten pretty good at it.

By the end of therapy, things started going south.  I don’t know what happened, but one of the exercises pushed my ankle too far, and I suddenly experienced a lot of pain.  Despite having the STEM and ice therapy when I finished, I limped out of there.

I was pretty sore for the next few days, but when I went back in for my second weekly round of therapy on Thursday, I was feeling pretty good again.

My trainer has been extremely pleased with my progress, so she decided to up the ante a bit . . . in the form of a thicker towel for my stretches.

Go ahead and laugh, if you want, but sometimes it’s the little things that mean the most.

We have been taking BABY steps in my rehab this go-round to allow my body to slowly adapt itself to new moves – moves non-injured people take for granted.

J also added in some new exercises on Thursday.  One of them was monster walks.  I had to put a band around my knees, slightly bend myself into a squat position, and take small steps in one direction with my legs spread out hip-width.  As I stepped, I had to push my knee over my ankle sideways.

I moved to the left first, all the way to a pole that’s in the back room.  The, I repeated the walk but to the right.

My butt and thighs were BURNING, and I actually worked up a sweat.  I did another round.  The push to my right was the hardest on my ankle.  That’s the side that I have the plate, and it’s also the side that had the longest break.  It’s not nearly as flexible as it used to be.

Another exercise I did that day was a semi-lunge, which I’d been forbidden from doing during my home workouts.  J put me in a lunge position, with my right foot on the floor, knee bent, and my left leg bent with my knee on the floor.  Then, I had to push into my right heel to raise myself, straightening both legs in the process.  I repeated this ten times, going up and down in the process.

It was pretty tough.  My heel has a lot of pain still because of the tendon issues, but it felt so wonderful to be doing a “normal” exercise.

I repeated this on the other side, and it was hard for different reasons.  With my right foot behind me, I had to push with those toes, which required more strength from that foot (along with balance).  I was very hesitant.  My confidence has been shot over the last few months; my balance is definitely not what it was before I got hurt.  I did another set of ten.

Then, I did one more round.

Yay me!

One other exercise that I got to do for the first time was bridges with a twist.  With my hips raised, I had to alternate lifting one leg and then the other, knee bent each time.  This made me put more pressure on each foot and worked on my core.  I liked this move.

I went through my other exercises and ended my session with ice and STEM, the very best things ever!

I’ve had a pretty good weekend with my ankle.  Taking it a little easier on the days I’m not at work has become especially important in my recovery . . . a lesson I’m finally learning.  I can really feel it when I push too hard, like when I walk through Sam’s Club or Walmart.  My ankle yells at me pretty loudly.

So that’s it for this week.

Joy was so easy to find this week; the pain much more manageable despite doing a LOT of walking while I taught five straight days.

God continues to amaze me with His gracious provision and healing touch.

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