When I left for the "big trip of a lifetime" back in February, I was in great shape. I had been walking extra miles because I knew the trip would require many steps from me. I was doing my usual swimming and pickleball-playing. Little did I know that I would come home in pain, and now, over a month after my homecoming, my main task is to get back in shape. I am faithful doing my at-home exercises. I am walking with a cane, primarily to keep my gait as normal as possible and not mess up some other body part(s) by limping. [Here I must confess that I am a klutz and often trip over the cane because it is so foreign to me!] A few days ago, my husband offered the idea of getting a handicap placard, to which I replied, "My goal is to die without ever having one of those." I do, however, appreciate the parking angels who gift me with an extra-close space when I think to ask.
I guess I wrote this to point out to myself that I have made HUGE progress in healing, despite the fact that it feels like I have slogged miserably through the past few weeks.
I don't think I have ever claimed that patience is one of my big virtues!
Leta
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