Today when you walk to the fridge, the restroom, or to get the newspaper, think of how fortunate you are that you’re able to stand on your own two feet and get to where you need to go. Tomorrow I’ll be heading into the O.R. for surgery on my left foot and I dread the morning with a passion. I had this same surgery on my right foot over a year ago and I have put off doing so on my left. It’s not even a surgery that will make me feel fabulous afterwards. It’s one that’s necessary if I don’t want further complications, yet the end result leaves me with another problem. Flat feet. To say I’m not thrilled about this is putting it mildly.
I’ll be wearing a cast for three weeks and rolling around on a stupid roll-about or laying in bed, then I get that thing off and move to crutches for a few weeks. Then when I’m real lucky, I’ll go to physical therapy.
Not sure when I’ll be updating the blog. I’ll do my best to check in when I can. Until then, I’m going to keep a positive outlook. And pray.