Continued from Part 2 As far as some things this experience has taught me. Slow down! Don’t rush! I’ve had to move slower over the last few years. I’ve witnessed the way those who don’t walk fast enough are rushed around and almost pushed aside by everyone in such a hurry. Did I used to be like that? I’ve been on the way to the checkout stand in a grocery store hobbling on crutches and using the shopping cart as my second crutch only to have someone in such a hurry rush to be in front of me -not realising or caring how much pain it was for me to even get to the line let alone stand in it. My speed has finally picked up. I can walk (without any crutches) into a grocery store now and don’t have to park in the handicapped spot to do it. I have learned to be patient and gracious. I want to think I always was but now, every time I pass someone who is moving slower, I make sure I am passing them with respect and care and certainly don’t place myself in a position to make their situation harder. I know I am a better person for having had to slow down. A loss of true mobility that I am seeing regained has given me appreciation and gratitude for so many of those simple things we take for granted. The walks on the beach with my dogs is a highlight of one of the things my mobility and I enjoy but the grander picture of walking at all is something I no longer take for granted! (Assignment from Writing101) – Part 3 Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. This doesn’t need to...
Click here to read part 1 I’ve been practicing walking lately as part of my recovery plan. A local beach, Crissy Field, has proved very therapeutic for both myself and the pups. I can’t tolerate walking with shoes on the beach. Much more painful. Walking barefoot though is just about the right amount balance training (yes you do use balance muscles when you walk barefoot on the sand) for my foot retraining. A day at Pt. Isabel last week (another large outdoor dogpark) reminded me of the absolute need to watch where you walk! Gopher holes everywhere as it turns out tweaked my ankle a bit in the walk but again making me stronger though cautious. It did not put me back on crutches just made me realise I can’t rush the walking by overdoing it especially when it comes to uneven ground. One day at a time seems the best foot forward! Every experience we are faced with does help us grow and become better people. I do believe that this is at least the opportunity given us when faced with those challenges that want to drag us down and incapacitate. My next post will be about some of the lessons learned … (Assignment from Writing101) –Part 2 Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.
About 3 years ago I started having troubles with one of my feet. Heel pain mis-diagnosed as plantar fasciitis eventually became stabbing pain in ankle joint and concluded (almost anyhow) with tendon transfer surgery. Tendon transferred from one of my toes to inner ankle. Three years of lost/limited mobility and limited duty at work at times seemed like a never ending journey. The light at the end of the tunnel approaches as I have finally been able to relinquish the 9+ months of crutches and two casts. Walking has seemed much more normal though not completely pain free. The ability to stand for decent periods of time, and walk far enough to no longer need the handicapped placard on a regular basis is a true freedom that at times seemed out of reach. What good could possibly come from losing true mobility for practically 3 years? To be continued… part 2 (Assignment from Writing101) –Part 1 Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.