Greetings from the road to recovery! We have actual, reportable progress on so many of my most stressful issues that I just gotta share…
First, I am finally healed from my first tumble. The doc determined that I did not fracture my elbow and he downgraded me to a sprain, which made me very happy. Unfortunately, that news was not even twelve hours old when I fell AGAIN right at three weeks ago. Despite bruised ribs, a gashed up knee and a face that made me look like a volunteer punching bag, I am finally healing – again. Only in the last week have I actually felt like myself. I accomplished tasks at work (yay!), cooked dinner, and even did a little more packing. Oh, and I managed to sneeze without feeling like my ribs would be blown to the four corners of the earth. For the win, right?
Next, while I was laid up in bed whining over my wounds and snorting Lortab (not really…well, maybe…) we got an offer on our house. Which, of course, we accepted. Which means we sold our house. Which means that we have to get ready to get the hell out of Dodge…for real now. Aaaaaaaaand, we closed on our construction loan and broke ground on the new house. Next we move in with my parents. (And their world will never be the same…)
On the Food Front, I have to thank you all for your support and wonderful comments with regard to me changing our diets for Aaron’s benefit. It has not been an easy change, and we have had several nights that tried everyone’s patience at the dinner table. But Aaron is a trooper, and even though he abhorred many of the things we made him try he DID try them, and even found some new things that he likes. I had to throw in one or two cheat days to keep everyone sane and chugging along with me, but that one night of sundaes and DQ Blizzards was worth the tummy aches we all had the next day, if for nothing more than strengthening our morale (as well as our resolve!) We are tweaking Paleo to work for us, and in the end I think that we will each have a better ability to make proper decisions about our own nutrition. The kids have really embraced all this change better than I imagined they would, and I am so grateful to have such earnest learners, even when they are begging me relentlessly for Southern Maid donuts.
Finally, I think the biggest change is once again happening within me. I’ve learned that falling down is easy (too easy, thankyouverymuch!) but getting up is where you grow and learn. I learned am learning to slow down - to not rush through these days of change and uncertainty, but rather to embrace them and try to appreciate something different about each day. Last week as I walked across the parking lot, realizing that it feels so damn good to be “me” again, I found myself hurrying. And then I realized that hurrying is exactly how I got injured in the first place. I will make a conscious effort to slow down, physically and mentally. Because as stressful as I know these days ahead may be, I don’t want to miss a single thing about these events and the opportunity to see my family through them safely.