Week three started out with a hard cast. And no way would Blaze let me choose white.
I liked the light blue...like the sweet autumn sky that I'm missing these days.
The cast immediately felt better then that horrid ol' boot....but oh, the swelling, numbness, burning, and endless pain continued! More laying around, foot elevated. More close to craziness.
(Don't you dare ask when I plan to get the right foot done! )
Oh, LORD I've had it!
Help me--I can't bear it any longer,
Heal me, my foot is in agony.
My soul is in misery
How long, oh LORD, how long?
Come and rescue me
because of your endless love.
my psalm 6 paraphrase
But then there's this:
My big sister and her hubby are on their way here.
now.
with the express purpose of meeting our needs.
We all feel a huge sigh of relief that they will be here just to cheer us up
and help lift the load.
There is nothing like that kind of love and hope for a totally
Blue Sky Feeling.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Sunday, November 5, 2017
boot.
I wasn't mentally prepared for the possibility but
week two was so much harder then week one.
I certainly expected pain- swelling- immobility at first
but it never occurred to me that it could only get worse. I was living on Tylenol a short week after the procedure--hey, this wasn't gonna be so bad! Came home from the Dr last Friday with good reports and a second splint/half cast. Unfortunately,
the nurse had been careless and my foot hung at an angle
all weekend. I had constant pain and had to get out the prescription meds.
I couldn't elevate without it pulling on my 17 stitches and if I
let the foot hang down for a bit of relief, it instantly swelled.
Thankfully, I was squeezed into an appointment Monday for a new splint.
As soon as the nurse bent my foot to the correct angle--which I was unable to do myself --and re-wrapped it, the weekend pain was gone.
But, to my dismay--instead of a splint, they smacked on a heavy boot--and I'm far from weight bearing--I could barely drag myself to the bathroom--and pain levels continued to demand more then Tylenol. Ugh. I felt as if an oscillating sander was constantly shoved against my bone. Well, that bone was cut so what did I expect? Emotionally I spiraled down, down, down.
Blaze reminded me that God could have a purpose...I loved how she prefaced it: "I probably wouldn't like it if you were telling me this..." She's right about God; I've always believed it.
As it turned out, the boot did keep me completely immobilized--far more healing then my Payne constitution to be redding up the house on crutches. (Confessions--I've already gotten tangled up in them and went flat out on the floor! I can't let that happen again.)
Evidently, slow and steady wins this race.
May you have patience for your journey and a song along the way,
Zinnia Girl!
p.s. One of my favorite pass-times has been singing through the Red Mennonite Hymnal. I find it so incredible how some of those songs are filled with richness that reaches the soul with Holy Spirit tenderness, regardless of the centuries between us.
week two was so much harder then week one.
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| worried doggy and boot |
but it never occurred to me that it could only get worse. I was living on Tylenol a short week after the procedure--hey, this wasn't gonna be so bad! Came home from the Dr last Friday with good reports and a second splint/half cast. Unfortunately,
the nurse had been careless and my foot hung at an angle
all weekend. I had constant pain and had to get out the prescription meds.
I couldn't elevate without it pulling on my 17 stitches and if I
let the foot hang down for a bit of relief, it instantly swelled.
Thankfully, I was squeezed into an appointment Monday for a new splint.
As soon as the nurse bent my foot to the correct angle--which I was unable to do myself --and re-wrapped it, the weekend pain was gone.
But, to my dismay--instead of a splint, they smacked on a heavy boot--and I'm far from weight bearing--I could barely drag myself to the bathroom--and pain levels continued to demand more then Tylenol. Ugh. I felt as if an oscillating sander was constantly shoved against my bone. Well, that bone was cut so what did I expect? Emotionally I spiraled down, down, down.
Blaze reminded me that God could have a purpose...I loved how she prefaced it: "I probably wouldn't like it if you were telling me this..." She's right about God; I've always believed it.
As it turned out, the boot did keep me completely immobilized--far more healing then my Payne constitution to be redding up the house on crutches. (Confessions--I've already gotten tangled up in them and went flat out on the floor! I can't let that happen again.)
Evidently, slow and steady wins this race.
May you have patience for your journey and a song along the way,
Zinnia Girl!
p.s. One of my favorite pass-times has been singing through the Red Mennonite Hymnal. I find it so incredible how some of those songs are filled with richness that reaches the soul with Holy Spirit tenderness, regardless of the centuries between us.
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