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.