Caught on a Hamster Wheel
As if it wasn’t bad enough...A while back I ramped up my exercise to burn off more stress and, as they say, no good deed goes unpunished, I woke up one morning unable to barely crawl out of bed.
After three chiropractors, I found out I did something to my iliotibial band and my trochanter tendon, all new words to my vocabulary.
I’ve been practically home bound, doing the holy trinity of icing, resting, ibuprofen, to no avail.
Yesterday I saw my general practitioner who referred me to a physical therapist and scheduled me for a cortisone injection to relieve the pain.
Today is 40 days held hostage. I’ve been unable to get out for any nature, walking, biking, all the things I did to help myself feel better to get through my day.
Plus I’ve been stuck in a cycle of pain. Now I can barely get mom taken care of and do the things necessary to keep the household functioning.
Jesus wandered 40 days in the desert. Is this my analogy for finally breaking free?
As I sit here this morning on a convoluted pile of pillows, leg on ice, I see mom on the baby monitor pop up in bed. I roll my head back on the couch, close my eyes, let out a sigh and think to myself, another day in paradise.