I am so dopey today.
I slept better last night than I did the night before. I even had a morning nap. :)
I am wondering if I should rethink my whole "aversion to doctors" thing. If I hadn't been concerned for my half-a-million-dollar foot, I wouldn't have gone to the emergency room. I wouldn't have even gone to my regular doctor. I would've just suffered out my injuries. Because I did go, I have prescripitons for an anti-inflammatory and pain pills. Yes, I still hurt, but - I don't seem to mind as much.
My "get out of my way I can handle anything" attitude doesn't seem to work as well in my middle ages. I'm learning (too slowly) I don't "bounce back" anymore. The fall I took 2 yrs. ago while loft building at ISU left permanent damage - only because I DIDN'T seek medical help. I probably would've played this injury game the same way had it not involved my right foot. At some point, I'm going to have to learn it is OK in the game of life to ask for help.
And I am so very aware of the fact that I'm very lucky to be alive this week. Not the first time I've looked death in the face and I'm sure not the last. People seemed amazed at what a "survivor" I am. Being a survivor isn't all it's cracked up to be. It's expensive, painful, and does leave a mark. And it requires a lot of down time. I have lost decades of quality time. And I still don't have any tomatos planted.
I have officially put up my shingle as a web site. I am still learning, and this will be (hopefully) continually evolving. At this point my guest book is the only place to leave messages. Not as hip as Rob's, but I'll get there! To see photos that may (or may not) correspond with the story, check out my photos pages. You'll find my Photo Friday pics there as well as current family events. I plan on updating my pictures frequently.