Friday, June 4, 2010

Make God Laugh

Last night I laid out my plans for the blog. God is laughing now. Or maybe He's not. I'm not sure this time. I refer to the adage that if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.

I thought I was in quite a bit of pain when I got to the physical therapy office. Going through my mind repeated since yesterday was a prayer of gratitude that I had this double appointment. Relief was in sight. Physical therapy isn't always exactly pleasant while it's in progress, but it really works. When I walk out of there I always feel so much better than when I limp in.

And then there was today. We were running late, so I took the stairs, not the elevator. I could hardly stand up straight when I came through the door. They took me back immediately. First Jami worked with me. When that appointment was done, Ashley took me in for an hour, and even kept me about ten minutes over. I was feeling better than I'd felt all week—even after the last appointment. We discussed the upcoming week's schedule while I struggled to put the cast back on. I was still sitting on the therapy bed.

Can you just feel the other shoe getting ready to fall? I went to swing the leg with the heavy air cast off the bed without supporting it properly. I tore something in my back that connects to my right hip. I can no longer pick up my right foot.

I went home, medicated myself and went to bed. I just got up and I'm getting ready to take another pain pill. I'm allowed to take 1-2 every 4 hours. Believe me. I'll be taking 1 every four hours until bedtime, and then 2. I've got ice packed on my back and hip right now, and when I lie down, I'll switch back to damp heat. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I won't be going anywhere. Maybe I'll be up long enough to write about Venice. John's on his own for dinner. I'm having Crackerfuls.

Hours Later:
My back has calmed down enough so that I can tell where the real pain is coming from—the hip. I'm beginning to wonder if I either broke or cracked something in my hip. I guess I'll be calling my regular doctor tomorrow morning. I wonder if he works on Saturday. I've never thought to check before.

4 comments:

sherrie said...

Oh, Kathleen!!! My heart aches for your pains! I'm so sorry you've had a setback, but I'm sure that eventually you'll be OK. You always survive, and usually get stronger by the time it's done. Prayers coming your way.
~Sherrie

Schmath said...

You have the worst luck! I hope it's not broken. Feel better soon!

Kathleen said...

Thanks, friends. It was a rough night. Unfortunately, the doctor's office isn't open yet, if it will be open at all on Saturday. And (worst luck of all) it's the first Saturday of the month. John's getting ready to go to his HAM club meeting. He'll take care of taking me to the doctor or the ER when he returns.

God bless those radios.

Patricia Stoltey said...

This is terrible, Kathleen. I'll keep my fingers crossed nothing is broken or even cracked and that you're back on your feet real soon.