After the initial shock of the pain and figuring out what to do subsided, I was scared and sad. As welcome as a break should be, I found myself breaking down - multiple times - with my sweet, patient husband as I realized how helpless I would be for the weeks to come and considering what that meant for him, my students, etc., etc. I sobbed and sobbed saying, "These things don't happen to me." and "I can't believe I broke my foot." and "Why will it take so long to heal?"
- the insistence on doing everything myself - This is a big one. Since I'm home more than Bryant during the day, I try really hard to do all the housework (laundry, cleaning, cooking) while he's not here in order to maximize our time together when he is. He's always willing to help, I just never take him up on it. Not so for this week, though. He has insisted on doing EVERYthing - down to packing my lunches (something I usually do for him). He has been the best helper and is the reason my recovery is going so well. I really can't thank him enough for taking such good care of me. Give him a big pat on the back and a "Good work!" next time you see him!
- the necessity to fulfill every obligation and attend every event, all the time - Hear me out on this one: We are involved in a variety of weekly activities, both separately and as a couple. Each one makes our lives fuller in its own way, and we have varying degrees of responsibilities in each. We are committed people in that we don't skip these various activities "just because," and make sure to prioritize our time accordingly. That said, there are times when we need to step back and take a breather, and a couple broken bones was a good reminder of that and excuse to do so.
- the habit of getting up 52 time to go to the bathroom after getting in bed - I'm guessing this one will come back, but one can hope...
- the "push through" mindset - If you've known me for long at all, you know I rarely take a sick day. If I'm not feeling well, I sometimes don't even tell my husband, much less others I encounter on a day-to-day basis. To be honest, my first thought when I fell and heard the bones snap was, "I'll give it a while and see how I feel later. It can't be that bad." That was before I tried to walk on it. Ha. This has taught me that it's ok to be "down." It's ok to need help (and to ask for it!). It's ok to take time for myself - sometimes it's very necessary, in fact.
|Thanks to Charlie for being so attentive.|
|Thank you to my mom for reminding me to take advantage of this device, to my husband for initiating the trip to the grocery store, and for the teenage boy working at HyVee who took my picture on his phone when we didn't have ours on us.|
|The fact that we got our Chipotle meal for FREE, thanks to coupons.|