Eight weeks. My Forget Me Nots are blooming! (AK state
flower) And I have a new sporty brace that allows finger movement and
participation throughout the day. I tied a loose bow in my PJ pants last
night! MOTION IS LOTION. But I’m learning the balance in that, as well.
How hard to push (on my knuckles, literally.) Working in the sunny
flowerbeds Monday removing dead stalks for an hour was glorious to my
soul, but my hand was throbbing.Tuesday evening I fell apart aft
er
PT in the morning and a couple hours at the church office. I was
resting on my couch at 2:30, but by 4:30 I was crying in my bed.
Exhausted. Every finger joint aching, and needles dancing through my
wrist, my palm, and my fingers. A slight fever, shivering and then
sweating. A rattly cough, a cold after a week of allergies? Whole body
aches. Oh, and PMS. Pounding headache. I cried for Sheldon to come hold
my hand and pray with me. Holy Spirit presence and comfort. Jordan and
Annali made dinner and served me. More tears. I sent out texts for
prayer support to family and friends. I cancelled any plans for the
next day and declared a sick day. Then took a pain pill left from
surgery and closed my eyes again at 8:30. Surrendered. And finally slept
for 11 hrs. in my own bed. His grace is enough.
Wednesday I sat on
the couch all day. Watched my amazing mother in law clean my house.
Took a nap. Read a book. Recruited VBS volunteers. Received a delicious
shepherds pie dinner from my sister in law. Relished in massage and
prayer by Gee. 24 hrs. later I was an entirely different person.
Lavishly loved all along. And never alone. "Wait for the Lord. Be strong
and let your heart take courage. Wait for the Lord." Psalm 27:14
Today I had a good PT session with my faithful cheerleader Susan. I can
touch 3 fingers to my thumb. My wrist bone is once again visible with
reduced swelling. And my palm can straighten up to a flat wrist and
ever so slightly beyond (toward throwing a ball someday.) It's the
LITTLE things. And I'm so grateful.
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