Monday, May 21, 2007
I had just gotten permission from my doctor to walk, so I limped to the field with my camera. I walked into the flowers and smelled the hot, sweet pollen, and listened to the bees buzzing all around me. The intensely blue sky against the yellow was intoxicating. I stood there for anout ten minutes while my husband waited patiently in the car.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I got my crutches and hobbled outside into the sun. After last year's May frosts decimating my redbud and lilacs, this year they are glorious. It was so beautiful, it cheered me right up.
I noticed my broken foot wasn't hurting. I held my crutches to one side and cautiously took a step. It hurt a little, but not badly. I took another step. I called Tim. Look at this! I said, and took two more steps. That was enough, but I felt like I was at last seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Later that day at my doctor appointment, I was gently rebuked. He said that, even if it doesn't hurt, I can still really mess up my foot if it's not completely healed. I repented. There's no way I want to go through this again.
Unfortunately, the doctor also said that the realignment of my bones in the foot was definitely not good. But that's for the surgeon to see on the eighteenth.