I passed the four week mark in my recovery on the weekend. It’s going really well apparently – but in my mind…well, not so much. I’m questioning everything…you know little things like –
Q. How the EFF will my foot magically reattach itself to the calf muscle?
A. Apparently it has already! Woo hoo!
Q. How in hell do you walk with a gigantic boot on…with a two inch incline inside…without crutches??
A. Apparently you don’t…or rather you can’t..or rather you can’t very easily. I’m trying again tonight. But today I got a way smaller boot…so hopefully that will help?
Q. Will I seriously walk again…let alone play sports?
A. Apparently yes.
You’ll notice my massive oversuse of the word ‘apparently’ above. This is because I’m having severe mental blocks around thinking that this will ever be normal again. I’m truly not trying to be overdramatic, it’s just that when it’s 2am and it feels like a flamethrower is being held to your heel (the bad), your toddler has his talon like toenails shoved in your back and you have three inches of hair growing on your leg (the ugly)….things seem bleak.
And then…there’s him. (the good)
Because while his mother has been falling apart over the past 5 days….the boy has kicked it into high gear. He is funny and engaging and being well behaved. (yes – screw off – I know I just jinxed it). And this morning while I was lying in bed in tears and he popped his head up and yelled ‘IT MORNING TIME MOMMY’ and hopped on top of me for his new trick of ‘kiss first – then nose kisses – then butterfly kisses’ – I remembered that this WILL heal and life will get back to normal and fast.
Because just a very VERY short time ago….my boy was this…and now – well…..time does fly when you’re having fun.
Oh hang in there, darling woman… one day soon, this will all be just a blip in time. And oh my gosh, this boy is delicious!!!
LOL – I thought the same thing about the cough!
And yes – this too shall pass. It really reminds me of Eva’s situation with the manny and all of it’s complications. I never thought we’d see our girl without a dressing on her neck. I never thought she’d get off meds. I couldn’t picture a time when she would be “fine”…and 3 years later it seems like a lifetime ago.
Chin up girl – you’ll be back to good before you know it xoxo
hang in there. You will be able to handle anything after this
PS I don’t like the sounds of your Vodka and Marlborough cough!