The Hardest Part.

The most difficult part of a serious injury isn’t the immediate aftermath.

I mean, sure, you’re in a lot of pain. A LOT of pain. But the doctors? They give you wonderful medications to help you deal with all that pain (or at least space you out enough so that you don’t care).

Plus, people are worried about you. No one minds picking up extra chores or carrying your bags or grabbing your lunch.

So it sucks, but you’re not left to suffer alone.

The worst part of an injury comes after that. When you’re starting to feel better. Starting to feel like you should be able to do things. But your body? Just laughs when you try.

But you? Are determined not to be broken anymore. So you do something stupid. Like try to take a walk in the sunshine.

At first it feels good. Your blood starts to pump through your veins. Your brain brightens up under the sun. But then? Then all hell breaks loose. You knee starts to yell at you. Then scream. By the time you get back to where you started, it’s all you can do not to cry.

But you can’t whine anymore, because everyone’s sick of listening to you (unless you have a blog. Then all bets are off).

You can’t ask for any more favors, because you used all those up weeks ago.

You just have to suck it up and smile, saying, “me? Oh, I’m fine. It’s MUCH better than it was. I’m practically good as new!”

Inside, of course, you are cursing up a blue streak. But no one knows that (unless you have a blog. Then all bets are off).

At the end of the day, you limp home, curl up on the couch, and hope no one asks you to move until morning.

But, of course, you have a family.

A family who needs you.

So you suck it up. Do what you have to do. And try not to whimper.

And they? Are none the wiser (unless you have a blog. Then all bets are off).

Someday, this in between period will all seem like a bad dream. You’ll be up and running again (or at least walking).

Until then? At least you have a blog. A blog where you’re free to whine.

Thank goodness for that.

(real post coming tomorrow. I just had to get this out of my system).



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