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June 27, 2012

::crickets chirping::

Rather than launch into an exhaustive apology for lack of posting since, errrr, APRIL, I’ll just say, I have a doctor’s note and expect to be excused.  When we last saw our hero, she was still reeling a little from the news that she would have to have her hip replaced at 33 and 3/4.  Zoinks!

We’re going to fast forward a little and skip all of the grueling medical details (you can easily get the worst of it by Googling “Percocet side effects”).  And lucky for you, I posted all my whiny “Physical therapy is hard” updates on Facebook. Though, I will share with you one of the best parts of my experience (and by best I mean annoying, frustrating, hot, tight, and itchy):

I am officially the largest Ooompa Loompa ever.

I’ve been sitting in tall chairs and watching lots of TV (highly recommend USA’s White Collar and Aaron Sorkin’s latest is just meh but I’m hopeful).  Despite the fact that the pain meds have prompted almost daily weepy spells, I’ve been in good spirits.  God is faithful even when the circumstances of life bust my butt. This week, I was reminded by the great Oswald Chambers that sorrow and suffering are helpful teachers.  As someone who has been struggling with feeling “benched” for this season of my family’s life, even my life, these words were a healing salve, offering purpose to my pains (emphasis mine):

Sorrow removes a great deal of a person’s shallowness, but it does not always make that person better. Suffering either gives me to myself or it destroys me. You cannot find or receive yourself through success, because you lose your head over pride. And you cannot receive yourself through the monotony of your daily life, because you give in to complaining. The only way to find yourself is in the fires of sorrow. Why it should be this way is immaterial. The fact is that it is true in the Scriptures and in human experience. You can always recognize who has been through the fires of sorrow and received himself, and you know that you can go to him in your moment of trouble and find that he has plenty of time for you. But if a person has not been through the fires of sorrow, he is apt to be contemptuous, having no respect or time for you, only turning you away. If you will receive yourself in the fires of sorrow, God will make you nourishment for other people.

It’s only been three weeks since the surgery, but I feel like I’m coming a little out of the fog.  This week, I was liberated from the compression stockings shown above.  I’ve been answering emails, writing for other people, and venturing out into public where I get to drive those motor carts through the store. Things are getting better.

I even have a shabby to chic before and after picture:



My orthopedist told me that he had to install the smallest parts he had ever used because I have such small bones. *hotness*  I’m actually a little upset about that because looking at the size of my thigh, I was hoping that femur accounted for more than 15%, but we’ll tackle that situation once I’m able to cross my legs again without dislocating something.

The point is, I’m healing pretty well and hopefully I’ll be back on the blog soon.  I’ve really missed you all and I know I owe you an adventurous tale about how I became PTA President.  Something to look forward to while you wait.  With that, I leave you with a picture of the awesome get-well mug my dad gave me.

Now I just need a Lasso of Truth to go with this.

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