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having to do everything one handed has really made ne think about our military personnel who have lost limbs while in service. i can't imagine the foreverness of the situation. last night my arm was protesting the sling mightily, so i took it off. and almost overdid it. there's just something about no restrictions that makes me want to at least try to use my arm. and then it hurts and swells, and out comes the ice and sling. i keep telling myself: friday is coming and then i'll have a time frame of how much longer this will last. there's just something in my brain that likes checkpoints. in 2 weeks no more swelling. in 3 weeks no more bruises. in 4 weeks i'll be fine (yes, i'm dreaming big here). but can you imagine those checkpoints being : in one month i can button a shirt one-handed in 30 minutes. in 2 months i'll be able to put my foot in a velcro tennis shoe. not at any point can our injured vets think about having their destroyed limb back. it will forever be gone, and their only goals will be survival ones, not return to original way of doing things.

this was certainly not in my plan for this period of my life. but the one who sees everything knew.
he knew family and friends would surround me, pushing,pulling, prodding me on through these last two laps in my spring marathon. he knew i needed to let go of some things, that when my feeble no, i can't add one more thing to my schedule went unheeded of how to make me prune my time absorbers, how  to help me focus on thanksgiving and not organization nor my way of doing things. this is not the refining process i would have chosen, but i must say, it works.

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Unknown said…
Early in life ...i stumbled about ignorantly wearing a banner "Be self-sufficient! Never ask for help!"

I lived that way for a good long time ...bemoaning asking even a simple favor of a neighbor ..."Roll out the trash while im out of town please?"

Im 50 now and in January of this year i was hospitalized for a week .......first time ever!

My banner got burned ....i was humbled....i had to ask for help with things....things this man never thought he would or could ask help with....

So now im rethinking my banner....i pray your struggle gets better soon.

ANdy

Thank you unsung heroes , the health care providers at all levels!

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