Not taking anything for granted.
I would love to have all of my friends and family to take a moment and recognize that they are what we call “temporarily able bodied.” There is a couple at church who have been impacted by this. I don’t know the story, but he is now a paraplegic. I have been thinking of them as I suddenly discovered I needed a wheelchair.
My journey began last Monday. I was rushing home from work, over tired from how far I had already walked. I was pushing my rollator. So I landed with my arms outstretched. I have a fracture in my left shoulder, but what is more striking is the damage on my right side. Walking became excruciating. Even now, four days out, I cannot put weight on my right foot without serious pain.
I am now in a wheelchair. That means that going to the bathroom is a project. Going across the apartment for anything is a real chore. I have also lost range of motion in my arms. Reaching for something in the cupboard is unthinkable. I would be up the creek if it weren’t for my beloved husband.
This to shall pass. I’m all ready better than I was in the first two or three days.
When I am well, and the wheelchair has been folded and put away, I hope to be grateful that I can get up and refill my water cup. I want to be grateful that I can do chores. I have a renewed appreciation for what it means to be able bodied.