"High expectations are the key to everything." - Sam Walton
I'm now in my fourth week of being down with three herniated discs. I've met the first two of the three goals I set for myself at the start of this latest round of back trouble. I sat at the dinner table for Jacob's birthday and I went out with Merv, Jacob and Courtney for dinner to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. That was a week ago today. By the end of two hours of sitting in the restaurant, I was paralyzed by pain. Nonetheless, I did not regret having gone. A quarter of a century of marriage is worthy of celebration. We had a good time. It was worth it.
A week later, my expectation that I would be further along the path of healing has been crushed. I've made little progress. I took a few steps forward and then a few steps back. I developed new symptoms and new problems. Today I spent an hour and a half in physiotherapy. It was a gruelling session. I feel like I've been beaten. I only have eight days left to get in good enough shape to meet my third goal - a trip to England to attend a family wedding. From where I lay today, it seems a bit like a pipe dream. But I am determined. I am striving. I am praying. God help me.
A week later, my expectation that I would be further along the path of healing has been crushed. I've made little progress. I took a few steps forward and then a few steps back. I developed new symptoms and new problems. Today I spent an hour and a half in physiotherapy. It was a gruelling session. I feel like I've been beaten. I only have eight days left to get in good enough shape to meet my third goal - a trip to England to attend a family wedding. From where I lay today, it seems a bit like a pipe dream. But I am determined. I am striving. I am praying. God help me.
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