Wow.. time sure does fly, and not at the same time...
It's been a very trying few weeks and an emotional struggle. These past few months of capped and limited mobility has made it very difficult to deal with anything. What is a simple injury has turned into something that will take a long time and a specific due course to recover.
This broken ankle from my normal routine of morning running is just not willing to heal on its own and additionally ultimately bringing me to the surgery table again. Now we are a month away from surgery. This month will fly by and yet go as slow as can be. The emotional tidal wave is unstoppable, but the emotional growth when i come out of this may be fruitful. All depending on how it goes. Seems the road to begin recovery is not as short as I would have wanted.
It's quite scary to know that after surgery and for the sake of recovery and the long run, I will not be able to walk with my own legs and feet for a period of time: 2~3 months, maybe longer. Even though the ankle that is injured is not my driving foot, but I still won't be able to drive out anyways. Resting and working from home is the option. In the midst of this all, I am very appreciative of having a home, family, and friends. These are the treasures that we will always be able to take with us to the grave. Life isn't all that bad because of that. However, for the first time, I get just a sliver of taste of what my dad went through - just in a VERY different perspective.
Life is here now!
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