Around
a month ago, I fell out in the front yard of our home. We had been getting a mix of sleet and snow,
and around a half of an inch of it had accumulated by the time I decided that
it would be nice to go get our trash can from beside the street after the trash
truck had come by.
Just
being now able to go get the trash can is something of a miracle to me. For it is around 100 feet from our front door
to where the trash can is placed by the side of the street, and making a
roundtrip of over 200 feet would have been out of the question not so very long
ago.
It
was, however, just after making it maybe 20 feet toward the trash can that I
hit a slick spot, and down I went. So?
No,
I did not break anything—not even my pride.
For there are actually times when it is virtually non-existent, and the
only thing I was concerned with at the time was getting back on my feet with
the outside temperature being rather serious about staying near the 20 degree
mark on the Fahrenheit side of the gauge.
On the other hand, it
was looking like getting back on my feet was going to be problem. For where I went down was at least 15 feet
from anything that I could pull myself back up with, and Arlynda and her mother
was not home—not to mention not expected back for several hours.
I
was not to a state of panic yet, but I was getting there in a hurry when I
clearly heard, “Just try it,” as a thought about getting up off of the ground
like people normally do crossed my mind.
So I did try it while thinking that I had nothing to lose, and up I went!
No,
I cannot naturally blame you for thinking that it was no big deal, but it was
indeed a miracle to me. For that was the
first time I have been able to just get up off of the ground/floor with just
the use of my legs in several years. In
fact, I cannot remember the last time I was able to do it before, and I would
not be at all shocked to learn that it was 6-7 years ago.
Yes,
some consideration should be given to the fact that I was around 100 pounds
lighter than I had been for a while at the time, but you might feel differently
after trying to take a walk in my shoes.
For aside from my right knee still being about as stable as a bowl of
jello, I think I tore a muscle in the back of my right thigh around a year and
a half ago, which lets me know that it has not healed properly every waking
minute.
Since
then, I was allowed and enabled to experience another small miracle. For I have not driven our car (nor any other
vehicle, for that matter) in 3-4 years because of being too fat to fit behind
the steering wheel, and I was able to go take it to be inspected a couple of
days ago.
I
am sorry, it was a trip that I think you would have enjoyed watching (being
sarcastic here). For there I was, with
around 3,000,000 miles behind the wheel of a big truck, acting plumb shaky
behind the wheel of a 1994 Ford Tempo on a trip that lasted for maybe a mile
total in very light traffic on a bright and sunny day.
No,
I do not plan on starting to look for reasons to go out for a spin. For I still feel like I am suffering from a
fairly severe case of the flu each and every waking minute, but it is good to
know that I can run an errand for my longsuffering wife when it is desperately needed. Be assured that there will more to come about
our changing circumstances later on.
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