I’m so glad I kept this blog, because I need to use it again for a while.
Life is still going great career-wise, but as is its nature, life has decided to throw me another random test or two which I want to document and resolve here.
Random test 1: To cut a long (and for once, quite entertaining) story short, I want to use this blog to plot my physical recovery from a really badly broken arm.
After breaking all the bones of my arm at the elbow 6 weeks ago (a complicated series of breaks where large chunks of bone were completely broken off and displaced) I was surgically pinned and screwed back together and luckily (thanks to the skill of the surgeons) I should, in time, have full use of my hand a fingers – something which was in doubt at the beginning. So I’m stating right now that although recovery is going to be slow and frustrating, I am starting from a place of so much gratitude, as it could have been so much worse.
After several arm casts, my arm is finally naked, except for a wound dressing and a sling that I have to wear for at least 2 more weeks until my next assessment at fracture clinic. Now that I can begin gentle physiotherapy and take my first steps back to exercising, I want to record my progress to give myself even more determination. The nature of the injury means – according to the consultants – that I’m unlikely to ever be able to fully straighten my arm again and although that is hardly the worst thing in the world, I still feel this ridiculous need to prove them wrong. They told me there are actually very few times in day to day life that you need to fully extend an arm, but what if I feel the need to do a handstand? I have to confess I’ve often felt that need and often done one!
So that’s the aim, to get back the full use of my arm and hand, to FULLY straighten it, to be able to do handstands and just for good measure I’ve decided I want to get my whole self into the best physical shape of my entire life.
Random test 2: The Universe saw fit to send my beloved 4-legged companion into renal failure the very first day I came out of hospital. She spent 4 days at the vets having the toxins flushed out of her system, while I organised her special diet and new medications. We tried everything, but despite everybody’s best efforts, after a glorious week of her seeming in perfect health (and happiness) again, she suddenly deteriorated and I had to make that horrible decision that all pet owners dread. I immediately unfriended the Universe.
It’s been a month since I lost her and gradually I’m able to see some of the wonderful bits of synchronicity that were so helpful. For example, if I hadn’t been off work with my arm I would not have been able to provide her with the round-the-clock care and companionship right when she most needed it. Also although at first I was so pissed off that I only had her for one more week after she came back from the vets, I now see that as the Universe giving us back that week that we missed when I was in hospital for the first 3 days and she was at the vets for the next 4. I now view that extra week I had her as one of the most precious gifts I’ve ever received.
I know I will get another rescue cat one day, but not yet. I’m gradually getting myself used to life without her – you don’t realise what a huge part of your life and routine they are until they are gone. I’ve gained so much time in my day, but it’s time I didn’t want to spend any other way than with her. Soppy eh?
So there you have it, that’s why I’m back to the blog for a while.