I can't believe it's been almost over a month since I last published!
I have no excuses since I know bloggers just blog. Haven't been traveling. Haven't been working. Have been disabled and recovering from getting hit by a car back in March. Thought it would have been all fixed by now, but, that's not the way it works with bones. It takes a while for them to get fixed and healed. Then it takes even longer to get them to work the way they used to work before.
This is all new to me. I used to be a snob. An ignorant snob, really. I had no idea of pain. I couldn't fathom, less comprehend what my life would be like after such trauma. I had fantasies (even if they were legally drug induced) that I would get up from my bed and walk and be back to my old active self.
I would like to think that I have learned compassion and if not that (I'm not Mother Theresa by any means) at least an understanding of the healing process.
Here I am:
I understand that a day with high humidity or falling barometric pressure will cause my left distal femur injury to throb.
I understand that the word patient is related to patience.
I understand that a doctor is someone who just prescribes.
I understand that you always should have a 2nd opinion.
I understand that I need to be in charge of my body. I'm the only one who feels my pain.
I know that a good physical therapist will keep you from having to go under the knife a 2nd time.
I know that I'm very fortunate:
My sister Lourdes and cousin Liz's feral support are awesome.
My friends: Marta, Pepper, Volney, Rosa, Yvette, Rebecca, Marga, Denise, Mercedes, Jesus, Judy, Bea and Petra are there for me. * Even if all Petra wants to do is look @her reflection in my glass windows'.
(Petra is a dog and this was a new experience for her.)
My yoga friends: Melissa (her new hubby, Jorge) Julie and John are gently goading me towards healing.
I get to blog about this. My brain, bar some dead brain cells from too much anesthesia and painkillers, is still functioning at capacity.
I've also made some new friends whose importance in my life is still to be lastingly felt.
For now...I'm embracing a new aesthetic: it's called asymmetry. If my left leg doesn't quite match up to the same musculature of my right leg it's quite ok. All I want to do is breeze down the steps the way I used to. The way most people do, without thinking about it. I want it to not be important, the way it used to be.
