If you want to know the truth, I’m trying not to cry.
I got my cast off today. I should be happy. But —
They replaced it with a “removable” one that I have to wear for three more weeks. It is taller, bulkier, much, much more padded (interpretation: Hotter!) and it throws my step off alot more, causing even more stress on my already stressed right foot. But —
I can take it off to sleep, to shower and to “watch T.V.” (Which I don’t do, so I will interpret that to mean, sit in my chair and read or write or study my Sunday School lesson or prepare the weekly Bible Study lesson). I am thinking this means that I will sit more for the last three weeks of my recuperation than I did for the first seven. Certain Man applauds this. He went along today so he could interpret what the doctor said. Well —
The doctor did say that the fracture is only about 60% healed, and that it NEEDS the stabilization of this cast for another 3 weeks. Failure to comply will result in that 60% being the extent of the healing (in the least) or a refracture and much, much more trouble (at the other end of the spectrum).
I prayed as I meandered home that I could be brave and that I would not look at the dark side of this. It is true that this fracture is actually healing well for where it is located, and I am not “behind” or anything like that. It’s just that I am quite weary of this cast and especially my inflamed right foot.
Complaining will not help this attitude a single bit. And this is such a little thing compared to my sister’s pain and discouragements and the plights of so many others out there in Xanga-land. So hear the positive news in this post and pray that God will “Make me to hear joy and gladness: that the bones which He has allowed to be broken may rejoice.” (Psalm 51:8) (Italics mine. I don’t blame God for my clumsiness, but I know that this broken foot came “past the Throne”!!!)
AND SO, I OFFER GRATEFUL PRAISE.