So … last week life knocked me square on the as@!  Whatever I had planned and charted was not going to happen….  It started with a spider bite and went all down hill from there.  The bite triggered an abscess, which triggered an infection which landed me in the Emergency Room being prepped for Surgery.  The whole experience was excruciating, uncomfortable and inconvenient.  But, it was also quite humbling for me.

I take a lot of pride in feeling like I have control of this thing called my life, knowing all the while that it is a very fickle thing.  I try my hardest to plan as far in advance as I can.  Considering everything the kids have to do, appointments that need to be made, things that have to be purchased, etc.  But, when something like this happens all of those things get swept by the wayside.  We live by our routines.  So much so that on our way to the Emergency Room, my youngest  was concerned that if Mommy was going to the hospital, “Did that mean that we weren’t going to have our Friday Chicken Wings.?” (LOL, as long as she was worried about me, right?)

So after spending four days in the hospital, and being released to go home under the care of  a Home Health Nurse, I being of unsound mind and body, assumed that with a little rest I would be able to resume life as I knew it.  After all, I think that we never realize how much we do to keep things running smoothly.  Well, I am here to tell you that nothing would be further from the truth.  My body was tired… is tired.  The medication that I am on triggers very ANGRY.. and debilitating Migraines.  Small amounts of activity leave me completely tuckered out and I have to rely on the kindness and generosity of my entire family.  Something which I am not sure that I am loving, but am well aware that I should be. (Shout out to them, especially my darling husband, who has stepped up and taken the reigns.)

They always say, “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.  I have never liked that statement, but it couldn’t be more true of this situation.  From a less WOE IS ME point of view, this situation however horrific can be seen as a wake up call for me.  I have mentioned here before that I am a diabetic, and I have not been doing a good job of keeping my numbers under control.  And, now, i have no choice, as it is paramount to me healing quickly and without incident.  You would be surprised what you can do when you have no choice, and when your husband is not playing.

Bare with me, I may not be posting as frequently as I would like, but I will be working my way back.  Have you ever had an injury that forced you to your knees?  What advice would you give for working your way back?  Consider sharing it with us in the comment section below.