I’m fighting dis- couragement
I’m fighting irritation
Furthermore, I’m fighting embar-rassment that I’m fighting temptation, discourage- ment and irritation
After all, it’s only a foot
And I realize other people have much greater struggles they are battling so how pathetic of me, truly
The doctor told me I must keep the boot on my foot for another seven weeks and I can’t drive for at least the next three weeks.
Based on the surgery and the fact that he also removed two screws from my foot, I could easily break my foot if I wasn’t compliant. This wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
Truth is, I had only been wearing the boot for about 15% of the time. I even walked in to the doctor’s office carrying my right shoe, that’s how confident I was that it would be back on my foot. I’d just hit my stride and resume my normal activities. Wrong. My fight with myself rages on.
I’m not the miracle patient with an instant fix.
Most of us aren’t and that’s not easy to admit. Today I’m fighting that reality and the desire to rush what is going to take a long time (at least in my mind) to heal.
What comes to mind when you think about the word “fight?” This was my five minute rendition of the musings in my head. Thanks to Lisa Jo Baker for the awesome word prompt!