Stepping Up

The past few days have certainly been enlightening ones, for having a disability, even one as minor as a broken foot, illuminates all those areas of life we take for granted – like running up and down stairs, meandering through the mall, even treking out to the mailbox – things I’m acccustomed to doing quickly and thoughtlessly, now require a great deal of effort and planning.  Even though I’m off the crutches  (and wearing this monstrous moon boot contraption) steps are slow, awkward, and painful.

And boy, I’ve come to appreciate the drive-through window more than ever.  This morning I was able to drop off a prescription (I’ve succumbed  – I’m filling the prescription for Darvocet they gave me in the ER), go to the bank, and get coffee, all without getting out of the car.


So I’ve been thinking a lot about the people I know who deal with chronic, long standing disabilities, and how life is so much more difficult for them than us able bodied souls.  Most of them are unfailingly cheerful, positive, and life affirming, which inspires me more than I can say.  Of course, I’m thinking in particular of one of my blogging friends, whom many of you also know and love.  Whenever I’m tempted to feel a bit sorry for myself  (and my boot!) I just think about Tammy and I’m suddenly infused with the warrior spirit!

I’m also thinking about the ways in which this injury might be a little payback for me, for the irritation with my husband (who has chronic foot pain due to peripheral neuropathy) for walking so slowly last week when we were in Disney World.   And  sometimes I get impatient with my mother, too, whose age has slowed her footsteps to a (for me) painfully slow pace.

Now, I myself am moving painfully slow, in every sense of those words. 

Life is all about perspective, isn’t it?  About learning by walking in another woman’s shoes (pardon the pun).  Along with my new boot, I’ve received a lesson in humility this week, one I’m going to be learning for the next six weeks if my orthopedic surgeon is to be believed.  

But for now, I’ll just happily hobble into the kitchen and start dinner.

How about you? Has life ever taught you a lesson in humility?


7 thoughts on “Stepping Up

  1. Boy howdy, did I relate to this post. There’s nothing like an injury to bring things into perspective and to make us understand what a fragile thread health and ability is.

    I went through this last May when I broke/dislocated my shoulder. I agree with your take…sometimes things happen to give us a little nudge to remind us how lucky we are most of the time: all our other “stuff” becomes secondary when you’re struggling with the basics. The humility that comes from being dependent on others for help (be they in the form of a person or a drive through window) is sobering.

    I try – not always successfully – but I always TRY to be patient, helpful, and grateful so as to not tempt the fates to have to be reminded the hard way 🙂

    Feel better every day!

  2. Hello, found you through Patry Francis’ blog. Hope you heal quickly!

    And, oh my, too many lessons in humility to even count! The first that comes to mind, though–I used to think people who had panic attacks should just “get over it.”

    I knew someone who had them when she walked into a grocery store. She said it felt like she was dying and I thought that was silly…until my husband left me and I started having attacks myself. They felt *exactly* like dying. I was rushed to the hospital once in the middle of the night because I just knew I was having a heart attack.

    In time, I’ve learned to deal with the symptoms of stress, but I now have nothing but sympathy for those who suffer with anxiety. It can truly be debilitating.

  3. I’m glad you had the darvocet script filled…I don’t see you as the “type” to abuse meds and why be in pain/discomfort when you don’t need to be?!

    As for your experience and humbling at that — of knowing what your husband goes through (I’ve got neuropathy since chemo — so I get that one) and your mother and Tammy (that woman is warrior with a capital W) now that you are in this boat…I see these experiences as lessons/messages we needed to hear. That maybe we weren’t being patient enough and needed to have a different point of view, a different perspective.

    I’ve been humbled many times in my life and I suspect I will continue to be — or I suppose I want to say that I hope I will be. I think it is the very best way that we learn anything.

    Be well, stay off your feet and take your pills!!! xo
    Sherry’s TLC!!!

  4. Can I borrow that boot for Dave when you’re through? lol
    My family tends to forget I have a disability and It’s a problem my “warrior spirit” created. So rest and ask for help when you need it. 🙂 SMOOCHES!

    Thanks for your kind words.

  5. Don’t want to wish bad things on anyone, but I think everyone should have some type of experience where they can come to learn what the elderly and people with injuries/disabilities have to go through. I plan to get a knee replacement towards the end of the year, but for the past 10 years I’ve nursed it along until the arthritis in it is now almost unbearable. You start choosing shopping destinations by how much walking is involved and just standing in line waiting is painful. And, yes, drive-through windows are quite handy.

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