Six months here. First Christmas in our last home. Family coming in. Excitement. Preparations. Ready. Set. Oh, no!
On my best day I have to pay attention to my feet. My history of tripping, stumbling, and falling is legendary. My knees have paid the price and at least one California friend started keeping a list of my face plants. My most recent encounter with a hard surface was in the hallway of old Sacred Heart School right here in town. That left me a bit addled and my left knee, again, used and abused. But I really hadn't seen anything debilitating for twenty years. That's when a fall resulted in a broken ankle.
While my most recent fall didn't result in as long a sustain injury and recovery as a broken ankle, it was equally painful and incapacitating. It all started innocently enough, as such thing generally do. I stepped out on the back porch, turned to catch a door to keep it from slamming and that did the trick. My body went in one direction, my left knee went in the other. Such a small thing, but what a big result. One trip to the ER later and I find my leg wrapped and strapped and me confined to a wheelchair for at least five days. And now, on Christmas Eve, I sit here counting my blessings.
It is moments like this that forceful remind me of the importance of family and connections of friendship. The help I've received during a time of year that is so busy as been invaluable. My pirate morphed into a pirate prince, my daughters and sons took up the slack on everything. A friend pointed me in the direction of a wheelchair I could borrow and another drove to Dyersburg to pick up the leg immobilizer I needed to protect my knee for the next week.
Considering the unexpected pain and inconvenience of it all, I had to laugh at myself. Only I would choose, no matter how involuntarily, Christmas time to learn more lessons about love of family and love of neighbors.
Wishing you all the best and the blessing of a very Happy New Year
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