Guess what? After a few days of putting weight back on my foot I’m having problems again.
After a busy weekend, I noticed my toes were really swollen and the side of my foot hurt a lot on Sunday night. I rested yesterday thanks to my friend’s invitation to take Max for the day but even after that, I don’t feel any better. So I called the doc this morning to say What’s Up?
He said your foot should be.
Well, not so much elevated but at least not hitting the floor. I’m back (for the fourth time!) in the wheely chair in the kitchen (and dodging traffic at a painfully slow pace), crutches, and crawling up and down the stairs. Not being able to carry Mini standing up is the most difficult adjustment. This keeps me home-bound when Mike is at work or has things on his evening or weekend schedule. Pastors tend to be busy in the evening or weekend. Okay, maybe that’s the most difficult part.
I am not going back into the pit. I’m just not. You all are holding me accountable and while it’s okay for me to feel frustrated, I need to find that healthy balance of getting rest but not feeling self-pity as I lose my independence. The goal is to get better, do what I can at this painfully slow pace, and appreciate (accepting with no guilt) everything Mike and others continually do for me.
Fourth time is a charm.
Would you please pray for me? Thanks.