I know it has been a long time since I've posted and a lot has happened. This past Tuesday I had surgery on my ankle to remove the hardware from it. It was a long surgery---it took over 3 hours instead of the 1 1/ 2 that the surgeon anticipated. I had general anesthesia and first of all want to thank the Lord that i experienced no confusion afterwards as I often have in the past following anesthesia. When I left the hospital my instructions were "activity as tolerated"-- the problem there was that I was able to tolerate a lot more activity than the doctor anticipated.
The first problem occurred when I was on my laptop, while drinking a ginger ale. (You know what's coming, don't you?) Yep, I dumped the bottle of soda on to the keyboard of my computer. And a good amount of it on my pants. I leapt up and tried to run for a towel.....the fact that I'd had surgery the day before that was not in my mind,...until pain hit. Later that night i saw signs of blood oozing through the many layers of my bandage. I called the doctor who did my surgery and she said to come into her office (yesterday) which we did.
Dad had been all geared up for me to return home either Wed. or Thurs. I know that I try his patience when I'm here and he likes his solitude. So neither of us were happy when the doctor removed masses of bloody bandages and found that I'd popped a stitch and was hemorrhaging underneath there. So she stitched me back up (OUCH!!) and then dropped the bomb. "Do not put any weight on that foot until you see me again in 12 days....NOTHING..NO WALKING or STANDING.
I could hear my dad's mental groan. Because my house is too cramped to allow for a wheelchair or for a knee scooter, this meant that I would need to stay with him.
How was I even going to get up the steps into dad's house? Well we picked up my wheelchair and my knee scooter from my house and then I HOPPED (don't laugh if that mental image strikes you as funny) up the steps into my dad's house. All those months of PT at Valley View Rehab practicing hopping up steps paid off, even though after my surgery I was not able to hop up the steps at my house...Those steps are much steeper.
Below you will find the first installment of my meditations which will cover the next twelve days. I am determined to hear from God through out the next two weeks and am trusting that he will have a word for you via these devotions.
Prayer Focus: please pray for those who are battling serious illness, who need VICTORY over their diseases and that they would have the capacity for maintaining a quiet heart before God and to tolerate delays and disappointments and sadness. Pray for their families as well
The first problem occurred when I was on my laptop, while drinking a ginger ale. (You know what's coming, don't you?) Yep, I dumped the bottle of soda on to the keyboard of my computer. And a good amount of it on my pants. I leapt up and tried to run for a towel.....the fact that I'd had surgery the day before that was not in my mind,...until pain hit. Later that night i saw signs of blood oozing through the many layers of my bandage. I called the doctor who did my surgery and she said to come into her office (yesterday) which we did.
Dad had been all geared up for me to return home either Wed. or Thurs. I know that I try his patience when I'm here and he likes his solitude. So neither of us were happy when the doctor removed masses of bloody bandages and found that I'd popped a stitch and was hemorrhaging underneath there. So she stitched me back up (OUCH!!) and then dropped the bomb. "Do not put any weight on that foot until you see me again in 12 days....NOTHING..NO WALKING or STANDING.
I could hear my dad's mental groan. Because my house is too cramped to allow for a wheelchair or for a knee scooter, this meant that I would need to stay with him.
How was I even going to get up the steps into dad's house? Well we picked up my wheelchair and my knee scooter from my house and then I HOPPED (don't laugh if that mental image strikes you as funny) up the steps into my dad's house. All those months of PT at Valley View Rehab practicing hopping up steps paid off, even though after my surgery I was not able to hop up the steps at my house...Those steps are much steeper.
Below you will find the first installment of my meditations which will cover the next twelve days. I am determined to hear from God through out the next two weeks and am trusting that he will have a word for you via these devotions.
I wait quietly before God, for my victory comes from him. Ps. 62:1
Patience: the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset
On this first day of being stuck in a wheelchair or any other chair, I was struck by the verse above which came in my email. A friend and fellow writer, Hope Flinchbaugh challenged me to come up with a word of encouragement for each day that I am confined and it seemed to me that this is a good place to start. When our freedom is taken from us for one reason or another, it is easy to grouse or complain, but the verse above tells me that when troubles come, our victory over those circumstances belongs to the Lord and we need to wait for him ...wait QUIETLY for Him to bring that victory home to us.
Patience: the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset
On this first day of being stuck in a wheelchair or any other chair, I was struck by the verse above which came in my email. A friend and fellow writer, Hope Flinchbaugh challenged me to come up with a word of encouragement for each day that I am confined and it seemed to me that this is a good place to start. When our freedom is taken from us for one reason or another, it is easy to grouse or complain, but the verse above tells me that when troubles come, our victory over those circumstances belongs to the Lord and we need to wait for him ...wait QUIETLY for Him to bring that victory home to us.
Prayer Focus: please pray for those who are battling serious illness, who need VICTORY over their diseases and that they would have the capacity for maintaining a quiet heart before God and to tolerate delays and disappointments and sadness. Pray for their families as well
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