Struggles, victories and and everything in between of living a healthy lifestyle written by a 45 year old wife and mom of 2.
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Anxiety - A New Addition to my Recovery
Hello week 5 and what an unexpected surprise you brought with you. I have been to my doctor twice since the accident. The first time was 3 days after the accident and honestly I could barely sit up and remember very little. The second visit, a week later, he removed my soft cast and bandages and replaced it with my brace. I was very nervous on that visit when the bandages were taken off, actually sweating and shaking. I knew it was fear of my leg being unprotected and fear of that unbelievable pain coming back. I could barely lay still from all the shaking I was doing while the brace was being put on. The doctor said I could take the brace off to shower but then it needed to go back on for protection. Out of complete and total fear, I did not take the brace off. I just cleaned each section one at a time all month. I realize now I had no idea the fear and anxiety building inside me.
Last week, five weeks post injury, was my third visit. I noticed as soon as I got in the exam room I started to sweat. I felt silly but could not get it to stop. I was taken across the hall to x-ray where my brace needed to be removed. The brace was removed and my anxiety shot up. I needed to get into a couple of positions for the x-rays, one a particularly uncomfortable position. After coming out of the position, I needed to go right back into it as the image was not clear. We put my brace back on and I went back to the exam room.
When I got back to the room my anxiety was even higher as was the sweating more excessive. I could not get "fixed" when I tried to sit down. My doctor came in and showed me all the x-rays and gave me NOTHING but good news. He then took the brace off and told me I could try to bend and straighten my knee. It was then I literally froze with absolute terror. I looked down and saw my leg. It was misshapen and atrophied and covered in dried skin and I started to feel sick. I tried to get it to move, even a little bit but nothing. The doctor began explaining in great detail about how I needed to try to bend, to try to straighten, to try to start putting the broken leg down but only put 5-10# of weight on it. What? How on earth do I know what 5-10# feels like?? I was beyond overwhelmed and it felt like my head was spinning.
I became more and more overwhelmed and I noticed my hands were ringing wet as were my legs and sticking to the paper on the table. I started to feel almost dizzy on top of the nausea I was already feeling. It felt like I had been sitting there an eternity when we finally put my brace back on. It was at this point he wanted me to stand and practice putting my foot down. My head felt like it was completely in a cloud and I could not grasp how to put one foot down as he was very patiently explaining to me. The visit was over shortly after this and I apologized for the dripping hands as I shook his hand as he was leaving. He was very kind and laughed and said "at least you don't have stinky feet!"
I sat for a minute and told my sweet hubby I needed just a second. I then started down the hall and made it about one door when it hit me. I could no longer see and my ears were ringing like crazy. I said I need to sit down and my hubby grabbed me a chair and got the doctor. He again was very kind and said this was very common with orthopedic issues and brought me some orange juice. Another doctor came out as well and started taking my pulse. I felt beyond silly and embarrassed and had to be wheeled out to the car, which was another disappointment as I pride myself on being able to walk in and walk out, which I have been able to do since the 2nd visit.
When I got outside and the cool air hit me I realized I had just experienced a full blown panic attack. That was something new for me. Honestly I just felt exhausted and leveled the rest of the day. I now know the fear overtook me and I am trying daily to touch my knee and leg and remind myself I am ok and I am getting better to try to overcome the fear I know is there. I am glad there is 4 weeks until my next appointment so I have some time to work on overcoming this fear and working through this anxious energy I have. The last thing I want is that to happen again! Ive been spending extra time in gratitude and have all my crystals and oil going around me (my juju.) For anyone that suffers from anxiety on a regular basis, my heart goes out to you. Sincerely.
Here is to week 6 and growing my mind as my body rests!
Last week, five weeks post injury, was my third visit. I noticed as soon as I got in the exam room I started to sweat. I felt silly but could not get it to stop. I was taken across the hall to x-ray where my brace needed to be removed. The brace was removed and my anxiety shot up. I needed to get into a couple of positions for the x-rays, one a particularly uncomfortable position. After coming out of the position, I needed to go right back into it as the image was not clear. We put my brace back on and I went back to the exam room.
When I got back to the room my anxiety was even higher as was the sweating more excessive. I could not get "fixed" when I tried to sit down. My doctor came in and showed me all the x-rays and gave me NOTHING but good news. He then took the brace off and told me I could try to bend and straighten my knee. It was then I literally froze with absolute terror. I looked down and saw my leg. It was misshapen and atrophied and covered in dried skin and I started to feel sick. I tried to get it to move, even a little bit but nothing. The doctor began explaining in great detail about how I needed to try to bend, to try to straighten, to try to start putting the broken leg down but only put 5-10# of weight on it. What? How on earth do I know what 5-10# feels like?? I was beyond overwhelmed and it felt like my head was spinning.
I became more and more overwhelmed and I noticed my hands were ringing wet as were my legs and sticking to the paper on the table. I started to feel almost dizzy on top of the nausea I was already feeling. It felt like I had been sitting there an eternity when we finally put my brace back on. It was at this point he wanted me to stand and practice putting my foot down. My head felt like it was completely in a cloud and I could not grasp how to put one foot down as he was very patiently explaining to me. The visit was over shortly after this and I apologized for the dripping hands as I shook his hand as he was leaving. He was very kind and laughed and said "at least you don't have stinky feet!"
I sat for a minute and told my sweet hubby I needed just a second. I then started down the hall and made it about one door when it hit me. I could no longer see and my ears were ringing like crazy. I said I need to sit down and my hubby grabbed me a chair and got the doctor. He again was very kind and said this was very common with orthopedic issues and brought me some orange juice. Another doctor came out as well and started taking my pulse. I felt beyond silly and embarrassed and had to be wheeled out to the car, which was another disappointment as I pride myself on being able to walk in and walk out, which I have been able to do since the 2nd visit.
When I got outside and the cool air hit me I realized I had just experienced a full blown panic attack. That was something new for me. Honestly I just felt exhausted and leveled the rest of the day. I now know the fear overtook me and I am trying daily to touch my knee and leg and remind myself I am ok and I am getting better to try to overcome the fear I know is there. I am glad there is 4 weeks until my next appointment so I have some time to work on overcoming this fear and working through this anxious energy I have. The last thing I want is that to happen again! Ive been spending extra time in gratitude and have all my crystals and oil going around me (my juju.) For anyone that suffers from anxiety on a regular basis, my heart goes out to you. Sincerely.
Here is to week 6 and growing my mind as my body rests!
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Recovery Update: Hidden Lessons & Treasures Everywhere
I am now over a month into my recovery. I broke down and ordered the wheel chair my family tried to get me to order 3 weeks ago. I talk about mindset a lot. It's a funny thing. The idea of getting a wheel chair seemed crazy to me. It was like my mind could not/would not accept the 3-4 months recovery time the doctor was projecting. How could it possibly take that long to heal? I'm wonder woman! Or at least I think I am. Then reality set in and I realized that it really is a convenience item to help me get through this time of healing. A way for me to do things with my family. Like attend a dance concert for our daughter. I am grateful to be able to get one to enjoy time with my family!
Week 1 for me was a total mental train wreck. I was beyond pissed. I exercised daily. I ate clean to an extreme. I was extremely active, I was grateful for my excellent health, I felt like I was doing everything "right" yet there I was with a severe injury. How could this have possibly happened?? How could it be that I could not drive or do basically anything for myself or my family? I take extreme pride in caring for and spoiling my family. Nothing makes me happier. Sincerely. Now that was impossible for the next 3-4 months. My brain just kept focusing on the "why."
Week 2 came along and I decided I wanted to try to do something every day I could not do the day before. That made me feel a little better. But yes, I did of course over do it. I cleaned the kitchen and did 3 loads of laundry and then I paid the price for the next 2 days. Regrouped.... then I just did the dishes. That worked. Thank goodness. Switching roles from the giver to the receiver was not easy, no matter how kind and loving my family was being.
At week 3 I started realizing many things. For starters, asking for help has never been my strong suit. I am fiercely independent and asking for help does not come easily to me. It now however is NOT an option. I have had to learn to be vulnerable, learn to ask for help and learn that it is ok and I am blessed to have people to help me and care for me. A valuable lesson I would not trade for the world.
I never doubted my husband would take excellent care of me. Never. I know many people are not in that situation and I am beyond grateful that I am. But honestly what I didn't know is how far he would go in caring for me. Day in and day out. How much time he spends working on things that "steal my peace" like dishes in the sink, dog hair on the floor. Things that are completely unimportant in the grand scheme of life, especially right now, but important to me. And he not only knows that, he takes care of them. Daily. He puts fresh flowers on my food tray every meal. He does things that I know most men would not do. I feel more loved than ever. And for that, the trashed leg is so worth it.
Week 4 brought the end of pain pills and the ability to enjoy a glass of wine! Oh how have I missed being able to do that. I've also learned to "walk" down the stairs instead of sliding on my tush! Progress is slow but is steady. My sweet hubby took me on my first outing and turned me loose. How awesome that was! I wheeled myself all through Barnes & Noble and had a great time. Something I know I took for granted being able to do in the past.
Week 1 for me was a total mental train wreck. I was beyond pissed. I exercised daily. I ate clean to an extreme. I was extremely active, I was grateful for my excellent health, I felt like I was doing everything "right" yet there I was with a severe injury. How could this have possibly happened?? How could it be that I could not drive or do basically anything for myself or my family? I take extreme pride in caring for and spoiling my family. Nothing makes me happier. Sincerely. Now that was impossible for the next 3-4 months. My brain just kept focusing on the "why."
Week 2 came along and I decided I wanted to try to do something every day I could not do the day before. That made me feel a little better. But yes, I did of course over do it. I cleaned the kitchen and did 3 loads of laundry and then I paid the price for the next 2 days. Regrouped.... then I just did the dishes. That worked. Thank goodness. Switching roles from the giver to the receiver was not easy, no matter how kind and loving my family was being.
At week 3 I started realizing many things. For starters, asking for help has never been my strong suit. I am fiercely independent and asking for help does not come easily to me. It now however is NOT an option. I have had to learn to be vulnerable, learn to ask for help and learn that it is ok and I am blessed to have people to help me and care for me. A valuable lesson I would not trade for the world.
I never doubted my husband would take excellent care of me. Never. I know many people are not in that situation and I am beyond grateful that I am. But honestly what I didn't know is how far he would go in caring for me. Day in and day out. How much time he spends working on things that "steal my peace" like dishes in the sink, dog hair on the floor. Things that are completely unimportant in the grand scheme of life, especially right now, but important to me. And he not only knows that, he takes care of them. Daily. He puts fresh flowers on my food tray every meal. He does things that I know most men would not do. I feel more loved than ever. And for that, the trashed leg is so worth it.
Week 4 brought the end of pain pills and the ability to enjoy a glass of wine! Oh how have I missed being able to do that. I've also learned to "walk" down the stairs instead of sliding on my tush! Progress is slow but is steady. My sweet hubby took me on my first outing and turned me loose. How awesome that was! I wheeled myself all through Barnes & Noble and had a great time. Something I know I took for granted being able to do in the past.
I have more blessings than I am able to count. I have excellent medical care and insurance. I don't have to worry about getting to the office anymore as I am fortunate enough to work from home. I have a beautiful new laptop my hubby got to keep me sharing my experiences on. I have a husband and a family that love me and care for me like a queen. With all of these treasures, I now feel nothing but absolute gratitude.
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Recovery Update - Managing Pain & Those Pesky Little Pain Pills
Pain medication is something I have never really been very big on. I am quite sensitive to it and honestly do not care for how the pills make me feel. So it has always been curious to me how people become so attached or even addicted to these meds. Sincerely. I always thought they must get a way better feeling from them than I do. Enter my injury from one month ago today.
I was in the E.R. and did not accept any pain meds for a while. I have a pretty high pain tolerance so I can push through most things. The time came for the CT scan and I reconsidered. Morphine was the choice and my goodness was it a horrible feeling. My nurse was excellent and she explained how it feels for some people when administered and sure enough that is how it felt for me! I could feel it going through my whole body and my body almost felt paralyzed as it happened. DISLIKE was all that was going through my mind. I asked for something else going forward.
I avoided the pain meds as much as possible but did ask for them a few times. The nurse told me that she knew if I was asking I really needed them and she "dropped everything" to bring me some relief. They sent me home with a "small dose" at my request that could be taken every couple of hours because I really didn't want to stay asleep or feel whacked out of my mind. The first week was pretty much a blur. My hubby kept notes about what medication I had and when and all I really remember was constantly asking him if it was time for "another pill." The fear of the pain almost takes on a life of its own and I wanted to avoid it at all cost.
When I went to my first doctor's appointment he switched me to a different medication that he thought I could tolerate better. As my hubby explained it, I was falling asleep mid sentence and thinking I was reading when I had not even been awake and he thought I neeeded another option.
The new medication was much better. I was no longer falling asleep and I started managing my own meds. Once piece of advice I have been given by anyone with an injury I came in contact with was "get off the pain pills as quickly as you can." This sentiment stayed in my mind and so I started titrating off the meds as quickly as I could. I was down to 2 pain pills a day with Advil in between when it hit me. I was sitting on the couch one morning and realized I was planning out when I was going to take the next pain pill before I even knew I needed it! That is when all that advice came rushing back to me and I realized I was letting the fear of the injury and the pain take over. It was that day I put the pills down and have not had one since.
Do I still hurt? Absolutely. Do I sleep as soundly? No. I wake up at 3 a.m. like clockwork now unable to get comfortable. Am I learning to work through it? Yes I am. I also carry them with me everywhere I go and tell myself if it gets too bad I can take one. But I haven't. I have never experienced a severe injury before. I have had 2 children and have definitely been in pain with that, but not like this. My leg is a completely different kind of pain. A pain I honestly was not prepared for. But every day I get a little better and every day I learn to manage the pain better. So what you ask is my message here? To say "I get it now." And to give anyone in this situation the same advice I was given. "Get off the pain pills as quickly as you can."
Cheers to a fantastic Wednesday!
I was in the E.R. and did not accept any pain meds for a while. I have a pretty high pain tolerance so I can push through most things. The time came for the CT scan and I reconsidered. Morphine was the choice and my goodness was it a horrible feeling. My nurse was excellent and she explained how it feels for some people when administered and sure enough that is how it felt for me! I could feel it going through my whole body and my body almost felt paralyzed as it happened. DISLIKE was all that was going through my mind. I asked for something else going forward.
I avoided the pain meds as much as possible but did ask for them a few times. The nurse told me that she knew if I was asking I really needed them and she "dropped everything" to bring me some relief. They sent me home with a "small dose" at my request that could be taken every couple of hours because I really didn't want to stay asleep or feel whacked out of my mind. The first week was pretty much a blur. My hubby kept notes about what medication I had and when and all I really remember was constantly asking him if it was time for "another pill." The fear of the pain almost takes on a life of its own and I wanted to avoid it at all cost.
When I went to my first doctor's appointment he switched me to a different medication that he thought I could tolerate better. As my hubby explained it, I was falling asleep mid sentence and thinking I was reading when I had not even been awake and he thought I neeeded another option.
The new medication was much better. I was no longer falling asleep and I started managing my own meds. Once piece of advice I have been given by anyone with an injury I came in contact with was "get off the pain pills as quickly as you can." This sentiment stayed in my mind and so I started titrating off the meds as quickly as I could. I was down to 2 pain pills a day with Advil in between when it hit me. I was sitting on the couch one morning and realized I was planning out when I was going to take the next pain pill before I even knew I needed it! That is when all that advice came rushing back to me and I realized I was letting the fear of the injury and the pain take over. It was that day I put the pills down and have not had one since.
Do I still hurt? Absolutely. Do I sleep as soundly? No. I wake up at 3 a.m. like clockwork now unable to get comfortable. Am I learning to work through it? Yes I am. I also carry them with me everywhere I go and tell myself if it gets too bad I can take one. But I haven't. I have never experienced a severe injury before. I have had 2 children and have definitely been in pain with that, but not like this. My leg is a completely different kind of pain. A pain I honestly was not prepared for. But every day I get a little better and every day I learn to manage the pain better. So what you ask is my message here? To say "I get it now." And to give anyone in this situation the same advice I was given. "Get off the pain pills as quickly as you can."
Cheers to a fantastic Wednesday!
Sunday, April 10, 2016
An Exciting Week! Injury & Recovery Week 1
My goodness how life can totally do a 180 on you in only a week! I never imagined on Sunday of last week when I was goal setting and planning my workouts how completely wrong I was about my week!
This week was Spring Break for my youngest daughter so we slept late on Monday and then planned on going for a walk in the park with our 4 golden retrievers and my hubby, Gary.
We loaded up and left the house about 10 am, grabbed some tea and arrived at the park. My hubby was very excited to take us to a new park. We unloaded everyone and as always, we put the two babies (age 6 so not really babies) on a double leash together, Jewelie, the matriarch, on one leash and Gentleman Jack leashless as always. (He normally carries his own leash.)
We got a few feet on the path when my sweet Jewelie stopped to relieve herself which made us realize we had forgotten our waste bags! We moved over to the side and waited while Gary ran to the truck to get a bag to clean up the mess. Coming down the path was an older gentleman with a medium sized dog. We held the dogs off to the side, hoping the man would quickly pass us. No such luck. It's literally like he froze with fear at the possibility of having to pass our beautiful blonde pack. He stood there for what seemed an eternity with his snack size morsel of a dog yapping at the pack. After a few minutes, our pack decided they were going to investigate this man and his pet.
I am not exactly sure what happened but according to Elizabeth, one baby went on one side of my leg and the other baby on the other side, all the while my leg trapped in the middle. I pulled back trying to get the dogs away from this ice figure of a man and all I remember is feeling a horrible twist and excruciting pain and knew my knee was gone. I fell forward into the grass face first all the while still gripping the leashes for dear life as the little man was STILL standing there a foot from me. I remember my ears ringing and feeling the sensation I was about to get very sick and just kept repeatedly saying: "please pass" to which he never did.
The next thing i remember is my hubby running from the truck at first thinking this was some kind of practical joke. I told him I could not stand or walk and I needed to go to the hospital asap. (Yes the man is STILL there with the barking dog at this point.) He finally passes and my hubby brings the truck over to me and a park worker helps get me into the truck.
Just for context, I have a very high pain tolerance and going to the doctor or taking medications is at the very bottom of my list of things to do. I am very blessed to have exceptional health and remind myself of this daily. The ride to the hospital seemed an eternity for me. We finally arrived at the emergency room and I was wheeled in to register. Oddly enough, I remember my dogs were incredibly silent through all of this. Goldens are notoriously known for their ability to feel/sense things. I was checked in and put into a room about 11:00 a.m.
I was given x-rays and then about two hours later was finally given something for pain. (Yes, another eternity.) I was given morphine, and if you have never experienced that, thank your lucky stars. I cannot fathom how people become addicted to that medication. I literally felt like I was dying and that my body was paralyzed as the medication moved through my system. Worst feeling ever. Needless to say I requested an alternative medication after that. I was then wheeled off by two sweet ladies for a CT scan of my leg. After returning I asked to be wheeled to the restroom. What a mistake that was! They sent a precious young lady to wheel me over and on the way back she accidentally hung my broken log on the trash can and door frame and according to my family I flew from the chair hollering. I think I scared her to death and needless to say, I was never able to fully manage my pain after that.
It was several hours before I saw the doctor who finally told me I had broken the tibia in several places and pulled the ACL loose. She said they would be prepping me for surgery that afternoon, therefore no food water, etc. This was the plan for a few hours and then she consulted with an Orthopedic Surgeon and it was decided there would not be any surgery that day. This went back and forth for hours and finally at 7:30 pm the Ortho on call came by and made a custom brace for my leg. He had decided he was not the one to handle my case so he consulted with a parter to take it over who ultimately consulted with someone else to take it on. WHEW!
A little after 9 pm I was loaded up on medication and sent home with crutches and an appointment for Thursday with the Orthopedic Surgeon. We met with him on Thursday and he showed us all the images and we came to understand all the confusion that seemed to surround my leg on Monday. Surgery at this point has far too many risks. There are many spider breaks in the bone and operating could cause the whole thing to blow up basically. The ACL is not torn but has however broken a piece of the bone away that is sticking out between my knee & tibia.
He said total recovery will be 3-4 months. Also that if the leg healed on its own, we could get some healing out of the way and then do surgery to clean up the inside with a lot fewer risks. I had an x-ray this week and everything looks good and I will go back next week for another x-ray to check the progress and to also get switched to a different kind of brace.
This week has been a roller coaster of emotions to say the least. I am an extremely active person. One of the most active people I know of and now am totally immobile. My right leg is the broken leg which also prevents me from driving. I am completely home bound. I am however very grateful that I have a loving family that is taking amazing care of me. My every need and want is met. My husband prepares amazing meals served with beautiful fresh flowers. My neighbors, friends and family have sent food, flowers and baskets to cheer me up.
My fitness and clean eating journey has been a long one. I have made so much progress and feel I am in such a good place. I am very fearful about being unable to exercise. I am fearful of depression. I am fearful my leg will never be the same. I am not however letting myself get taken over by all these fears. I acknowledge them and go on. I am blessed. I have a family that loves me. I have health insurance. I have excellent medical care. I am blessed far beyond most. This will be an opportunity for me to understand injury and recovery and share this knowledge with others in the future. Pain is a big issue for me this week. Hoping for it to be less of an issue next week.
Cheers to next week!
(Here is a pic of me & my little culprits.)
I am not exactly sure what happened but according to Elizabeth, one baby went on one side of my leg and the other baby on the other side, all the while my leg trapped in the middle. I pulled back trying to get the dogs away from this ice figure of a man and all I remember is feeling a horrible twist and excruciting pain and knew my knee was gone. I fell forward into the grass face first all the while still gripping the leashes for dear life as the little man was STILL standing there a foot from me. I remember my ears ringing and feeling the sensation I was about to get very sick and just kept repeatedly saying: "please pass" to which he never did.
The next thing i remember is my hubby running from the truck at first thinking this was some kind of practical joke. I told him I could not stand or walk and I needed to go to the hospital asap. (Yes the man is STILL there with the barking dog at this point.) He finally passes and my hubby brings the truck over to me and a park worker helps get me into the truck.
Just for context, I have a very high pain tolerance and going to the doctor or taking medications is at the very bottom of my list of things to do. I am very blessed to have exceptional health and remind myself of this daily. The ride to the hospital seemed an eternity for me. We finally arrived at the emergency room and I was wheeled in to register. Oddly enough, I remember my dogs were incredibly silent through all of this. Goldens are notoriously known for their ability to feel/sense things. I was checked in and put into a room about 11:00 a.m.
I was given x-rays and then about two hours later was finally given something for pain. (Yes, another eternity.) I was given morphine, and if you have never experienced that, thank your lucky stars. I cannot fathom how people become addicted to that medication. I literally felt like I was dying and that my body was paralyzed as the medication moved through my system. Worst feeling ever. Needless to say I requested an alternative medication after that. I was then wheeled off by two sweet ladies for a CT scan of my leg. After returning I asked to be wheeled to the restroom. What a mistake that was! They sent a precious young lady to wheel me over and on the way back she accidentally hung my broken log on the trash can and door frame and according to my family I flew from the chair hollering. I think I scared her to death and needless to say, I was never able to fully manage my pain after that.
It was several hours before I saw the doctor who finally told me I had broken the tibia in several places and pulled the ACL loose. She said they would be prepping me for surgery that afternoon, therefore no food water, etc. This was the plan for a few hours and then she consulted with an Orthopedic Surgeon and it was decided there would not be any surgery that day. This went back and forth for hours and finally at 7:30 pm the Ortho on call came by and made a custom brace for my leg. He had decided he was not the one to handle my case so he consulted with a parter to take it over who ultimately consulted with someone else to take it on. WHEW!
A little after 9 pm I was loaded up on medication and sent home with crutches and an appointment for Thursday with the Orthopedic Surgeon. We met with him on Thursday and he showed us all the images and we came to understand all the confusion that seemed to surround my leg on Monday. Surgery at this point has far too many risks. There are many spider breaks in the bone and operating could cause the whole thing to blow up basically. The ACL is not torn but has however broken a piece of the bone away that is sticking out between my knee & tibia.
He said total recovery will be 3-4 months. Also that if the leg healed on its own, we could get some healing out of the way and then do surgery to clean up the inside with a lot fewer risks. I had an x-ray this week and everything looks good and I will go back next week for another x-ray to check the progress and to also get switched to a different kind of brace.
This week has been a roller coaster of emotions to say the least. I am an extremely active person. One of the most active people I know of and now am totally immobile. My right leg is the broken leg which also prevents me from driving. I am completely home bound. I am however very grateful that I have a loving family that is taking amazing care of me. My every need and want is met. My husband prepares amazing meals served with beautiful fresh flowers. My neighbors, friends and family have sent food, flowers and baskets to cheer me up.
My fitness and clean eating journey has been a long one. I have made so much progress and feel I am in such a good place. I am very fearful about being unable to exercise. I am fearful of depression. I am fearful my leg will never be the same. I am not however letting myself get taken over by all these fears. I acknowledge them and go on. I am blessed. I have a family that loves me. I have health insurance. I have excellent medical care. I am blessed far beyond most. This will be an opportunity for me to understand injury and recovery and share this knowledge with others in the future. Pain is a big issue for me this week. Hoping for it to be less of an issue next week.
Cheers to next week!
(Here is a pic of me & my little culprits.)
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