This is a difficult post for me to write, so I’ll just dive in. Last month I learned I have six compression fractures in my spine, something my doctor called “crazy.” Not the words you want to hear about your health. So now I’m locked in a back brace for three months or so, and stuck at home on short-term disability.
One of the bones has broken the barrier into my spinal fluid and is therefore dangerously close to my spinal cord. I’m not sure how that will heal, but I hope it does because if it hits my spinal cord, that could mean paralysis. So this is a serious injury and my usual attempts at being upbeat are failing me.
It’s not that I’m depressed. Not yet. I’m bored and frustrated, and concerns about my mom are distracting me from my own condition (I won’t go into those concerns, but they are common to those of us dealing with aging parents).
I have friends who are helping me get through this time. I can’t lift anything heavier than five pounds, so as you might imagine I need help with kitty litter. That stuff is heavy, even the so-called lightweight cat litter. I also have someone taking my trash out. That same friend has extended an open invitation to play Scrabble with her, and I’m taking her up on that on a regular basis.
For those of you who are inclined to prayer, your prayers for healing are appreciated. If that isn’t part of your life, good thoughts are appreciated as well.
Thanks to all of my blogging buddies for your support these past few years.
Image Credits: Foggy Forest © Roksana Bashyrova–stock.adobe.com; Scrabble Letters © berna namoglu 10–stock.adobe.com.