I have not told many, but I had a little accident on July 4th while mountain biking whereby I fell and broke my arm. After spending 5 hours at the ER, they broke the news to me. I went back to the hospital’s fracture clinic 7am the next day and the ortho doctor told me that not only that I broke my arm, I CRUSHED the radial head. I had to go through surgery to fix this and I am now recovering from it. The ORIF radial head op took 2 hours, and I spent 2 days at the hospital last week.
I had not been up for many things since then, even checking my e-mail seems arduous at times. Today is the first time that I am able to type this much at the computer.
I miss cooking, doing housechores (yes, it’s true.. I like my place neat and tidy), and simply being myself again. I’m not able to do yoga or any sort of physical activities in the meantime 
My mom even made me promise her to no lift a finger around the house. She did pay for a last minute airtix (over $700) for my sister to fly her from Fargo, ND, to help Andy take care of me. My family is the greatest 
I have to admit that I felt depressed at times… it’s just that I’m so used to being a busy person. I had plenty of hobbies and interests in life, but now I am dependent on painkillers to help me feel devoid of pain, but that also semi-paralyzes me. I cry a little everytime I have to succumb to the painkillers. I understand that it has only been 1 week since the op, but I can’t help but to feel restless already. I am still trying to figure out what God’s plan is for me amidst all these.
While I was at the hospital. I saw a saying on one of the souvenirs at the giftshop that got me to pontificate. It said, When in trying times, don’t quit trying. This has been my mantra for almost 3 weeks now.
