I’m grateful for the TWO major surgeries that I’ve had in the past 10 months.
Honestly it’s the first time in my life that I’ve been down down. Like I’ve had injuries before and maybe rest and ice for a day or two and then back at it.
But this year.. man oh man I’ve been bedridden/couch ridden for most of it.
So why in the WORLD would I be grateful for this?
Never again will I take for granted things simple as:
**Walking- one of my absolute favorite ways to get some air and clear my mind. After my foot surgery I wasn’t able to do much more than hobble to the bathroom and back to the couch for months! It was horrible. I put in SO much work at physical therapy to get to where I am now. And each time I go walking now I sniff that air in (slightly creepy style) extra deep.
**pulling my pants up in under five minutes (I’m completely serious)
**washing my hair with both hands (still not there yet)
**cutting my own food
**opening containers of any kind
**putting my hair up (or fixing it at all)
**putting on my seatbelt without performing a gymnastics act (still not there yet either)
**reaching for ANYTHING on my night stand (on my left) without having to get out of a warm blankie to get something two inches from me (working on it)
You get the point. I used to be able to do all of those things. And let’s be honest- I never was like “man, I just pulled my pants up. All by myself! I’m a blessed badass!” But pretty soon when it happens… I WILL feel that way.
I’ve never been incapacitated like this.
I’m in physical therapy three times a week and booked through 2021. Will probably be there through March (if they had to guess).
And I’m getting there. Slowly. Slow baby steps getting there. And WHEN I get there… and can do these things again that I always did without thinking twice…
I’ll be grateful for each and every one. 💓