My curiosity about a black cat overruled my common sense, and I got myself a serious boo boo, in May 2011. As I fell, and suffered a severely broken ankle, the first thing that popped into my pain-filled head was...Oh boy, THIS is gonna hurt! Hee, hee!
1. I am grateful that I learned never to investigate cats in drainage ditches.
2. I am grateful that I learned to keep my sense of humor in the face of disaster. My sense of humor was one thing that kept me going over the following year of recovery.
3. I am grateful for this blog and my cat blog for giving me creative outlets to share humor, stories and poetry related to my injury and recovery, as well as medical updates.
4. I am grateful for my cats, Nikita and Elvira, for their comforting presence in my life.
( Series begins here = Daily Gratitude Writing Challenge Summer 2013 Preview )
5. I am grateful that motorists in Orange County gave me distance and, mostly, showed patience as I hobbled across streets and down sidewalks.
6. I am grateful for learning how to properly care for myself during my recovery and for the months of physical therapy that occurred once I was out of the cast.
7. I am grateful to Care Credit and the financial department at St. Joseph’s Hospital, in Orange, for the financial assistance that took care of all my bills related to the medical care in the immediate aftermath of the incident, the surgery that followed and certain other related bills.
8. I am grateful for all the docs and physical therapists that worked on my ankle and treated me during my recovery.
9. I am grateful that I am fully recovered and though I still have the pins and screws in the ankle and can’t run like I used to, I can walk, and know that once I am able to afford the cost and time I should return to doing exercises at the gym, learned in physical therapy, to help strengthen my ankles, legs and hips.
10. I am grateful that the Lord decided to hold off on the execution of one of those important things on His “To Do List”, even though this meant that I broke my ankle the very next day.
A reflective essay, with photos: funny, yes, but serious and thoughtful, too.
11. In the aftermath of my injury I spent a lot of time reading many inspirational books, took up journaling for a while, and began to think about my future. This led to the decision to start fresh by relocating to Houston.
I believe it was meant to be, as new medical issues that cropped up might never have been discovered.
I am grateful for the chance at a new life that living here in Houston affords me and for my faith that God will somehow provide.