It's the Little Things ...Like Broken Toes

In the last five years I have had vision problems that no one can find a reason for, but the specialists all agree are there, I have been diagnosed with a neurological disorder that requires drugs I would not test on a rock, there have been broken bones, hernias and many surgeries as well as a tumor and for good measure there have also been cuts, bruises scrapes and blisters; and as you know, my father died during this time. Most everyone I have encountered during these somewhat trying times has commented on how positive my attitude is and how well I cope with each new stumbling block with aplomb. I, in return have said many times, my problems are very small in a really big world (or words to that effect) and I meant every word.

Don and I are preparing for another running/vacation trip next week and I will admit to being nearly breathless with anticipation of our new adventure…or at least I was, until 6:46 a.m. yesterday morning; when I broke my toe. Go ahead, laugh if you must, I am near tears. Not because of the pain (which is surprising big for such a small digit) but because I know that one week is not enough time to be back on my feet, so to speak, and I can tell you from experience that I will be lucky to be walking normally in two weeks. I will also admit that I am feeling a little sorry for myself. That is alright in my view, everyone deserves to have a day here and there when they give in and boo-hoo for a few minutes, it’s good for us as long as we don’t give up and become depressed. But my word, I have so much to do to prepare for this trip! Things that should have been done by now and were put off as we enjoyed a really laid back Thanksgiving here in our home for a change. We did absolutely nothing but watch movies and TV during that long weekend. After all, we had all week to get ready for our trip. Ha, I’ll be lucky to get ordinary every day things done while I am hobbling along on a cane. Packing for a trip (at least for me) requires nearly as much walking as the trip itself. What a mess.

Yes, well…boo-hoo for me. I think it is time to call it a night (or morning according to the clock) and try to get my poor toe comfortable. It really is the little things in life that make a difference.

There is always hope.

Betty