Jewells of Thought

Wednesday was a good day. I was really excited that my therapy was about to start. It has been a good 6 years since I first had to go through therapy before getting to the MRI for my initial diagnosis.

Only a month and a half ago was my first time back in this hospital since that therapy for my most recent x-rays. A lot has changed in the lobby. I can still remember being the 13 year old girl seeing my Grandpa Leo for the last time alive in this hospital. It no longer looks the same when you go in, but the memories are there but getting more and more vague over the years.

Grandpa also had some feet problems. I don’t remember hearing that much about it until after his death. My flat feet issue though is not my current reason for therapy. The first day was simply to do a review of what needs to be done and I had to answer a questionnaire in which I scored a 63 which meant to my therapist there was a problem. That number was needed for insurance purposes though. Later that night I got a phone call that I got a certain number of sessions.

Thankfully I was able to start the next day. Another blessing was getting in at the same time with my same therapist from the day before. I won’t always get her due to the different times and openings. Thursday morning I learned something though. She had only pushed and prodded my foot a little bit, but my foot hurt Wednesday night quite a bit. The temperature being really cool almost like winter for the first time didn’t help. I also may have pushed myself by driving too much. The other piece from that night was the church dinner and the line for the food was quite long I should have set down longer or got up quicker to be more towards the front of the line. I don’t like causing attention to myself though and there were others who needed to go first who were in worse shape than me with my foot.

These are photos from the Church Thanksgiving Dinner. I had promised Mom I would be there even though I would have to miss choir practice to do so at my church.

So altogether I felt like a mess that night and thought I needed a driver for therapy the next day. Little did I know my Dad had other plans and that took my Mom and little brother to Terre Haute. I ended up asking my Uncle Tony to drive me to therapy that day. It was so cold I was glad I did that I hated to drive and screw up the work she put into my session for the day. The ultrasound and the compound with the Voltaren felt cold but was really nice on my ankle and the whole area.

What I hated was that I had Bible Study that evening and I still hated to get out in that cold and drive. So I stayed home that evening. The next day though I ended up sitting in another chair again at the hospital…