Yesterday was the day I gave up the wheelchair. I watched from the car as Karen hauled it back into the rental company. I have to admit it was difficult watching it go as we had become the best of friends for almost seven weeks.
I think it is amazing how much we can adjust to our circumstances.
I broke my ankle in three places seven weeks ago with a following surgery. The first week was learning how to live in my house with the chair and friends coming and going.
After that time I had my lifestyle in order. I knew what I could do and focused on that. But after one quick Dr.'s visit, it was on to the crutches.
These are more difficult to maneuver. Everything that we put on the lower shelf, now must be on the higher shelf. There is no carrying as two hands are now moving me around the house.
Today is difficult and my entire pattern is disrupted, but I know this is how it must be for healing.
Dishes are piling up and muscles I had forgotten about are now giving me a holler. This too shall pass.
The beat goes on...