Five whole weeks since the accident....But who's counting? I would much rather count the days until I walk again, until the elbow is healed, until the nerve is healed, and most importantly, until I go home. But as I have no idea when any of this will happen, I will continue to count the weeks since the accident.
So the big news of the week is, yesterday I went to the hospital for xrays. Things are looking good. The doctor said I really did as good job of things on my elbow. Doesn't he know that I only do things 100% to the very end! No half measures!! Anyway, he took the cast off the arm and now I have to start trying to gain movement. The leg will remain in a cast for about another 10 days. So all in all things are moving ahead.
So I had my first physio session on my arm- pain, pain, pain is all I can say. She tells me that now all our sessions will be on the arm, and that I must carry on doing leg excercises on my own. And oh, also that I must take pain killers before our physio sessions, as it's gonna hurt.....
It is a good thing that I can feel the pain really. There are many in a situation that they don't feel anythiug...so I am doing well really.
Earlier today, Mark dropped the girls here for a few hours. It was great. They kept me very busy. Sandra also came by, so the kids entertained us both. Like a wave crushing down, all of a sudden I was tired - exhausted. Mark took the kids home and I slept for a few hours.
Tonight at dinner, I sit with Darrel, the guy that fell from the balcony and is now paralyzed. Although he is trying to stay positive. So Darrel tells me that he decided to get rid of all negative energy, and phoned up anyone and everyone that the had arguments with and no longer speaks to. He said it was an amazing feeling to make peace with everyone and is so sorry that he never did it years ago. He is so right. When we get angry with someone, we are the only ones it affects. The anger is a negative energy that weakens us. Strength comes from peace, kindness and understanding.
I also get to meet his father. His father is British. They made aliya in the 50s. He tells me of his life as a young boy when the war broke out. He was 10 and his brother was 7. They were both sent away, out of London for a few years. Their parents were only reunited with them a few years later. Anyway, his brother still lives in England and the two of them go travelling a few times a year. They plan to do a world trip in 2012 - he is 83 and his brother 80. Good for them. He says he can only travel for 40 days at a time cause the travel insurance won't cover more than that at his age. He makes me smile! Anyway, he tells his son that everything is in our minds. He has brought his son's shoes, which are next to the bed, and tells his son to picture himself putting on the shoes and walking. It is all in our minds.
SoI think I will continue with my visualisation, and picture myself running, picking up a ball with my right hand, and throwing the ball. I do it all with ease of course.....
Mark and I also realized something spookey this week. About a month before my accident, Mark slipped and cut his right arm and had a few stitches. He slipped in the same place that I fell in the house, and he and I now have matching scars in a v shape on the exact same place on our right arms. Soul mates or what???
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