My partner broke through the mounds of ice, snow, and … whatever … to get me to the orthopedic specialist yesterday. I have had a cast on my broken leg for almost three weeks. It was time for the doc to fish or cut bait!
Good news was that the bone in my leg had not displaced, so I could get a cast on it and I will not have to have surgery.
The bad news is that I still can’t put any weight on it so I cannot walk. Anywhere. I hobble with crutches to the bathroom and into our kitchen. But that’s it.
I don’t want to take any chances, so I am keeping it elevated and following doctor’s orders. I am a bit bummed that I can’t get around in the manner to which I am accustomed, but soon enough, I’ll be back in two boots, standing proudly, and doing what I usually do.
Meanwhile, a big broad smile remains firmly on my face, as I look at my beloved, wonderful partner who has done so much to care for me in so many ways, from helping me to bathe, to preparing meals, to accommodating my every need in every way, even if it causes him pain. He has broken us free from this mountain of snow, all with his muscles and focus on task.
I smile when I look into the faces of my brothers and sisters who have come to visit and help tend to my aunt, and some of my senior buds. I smile when I gaze into the faces of my nieces and nephews who are also pitching in. I smile when my twin brother and my best friend, AZ, call me every day to check on me. I smile when I read emails from Bama, Clay, Kevin, Brian, and some other friends, who keep me entertained and knowing that they care about me. I smiled HUGELY yesterday when a contingent of 14 elder buds dropped by … with more casseroles and nutless brownies! Woo-hoo! Bless ’em, bless ’em all. I smile because, deep down inside, I know I’m loved.
Life is short: show those you love that you love them.