I wrote a MySpace blog way back in the day (okay, less than two years ago, but it seems like ancient history!) entitled “The Body is Resilient,” and I liked the title so much that I thought I’d reuse it for this one. Here’s a snippet from the original, dated June 18, 20o8:
It’s been a week today since I dropped a massive TV on my left foot while trying to be Superman (please laugh–I was Superman for Halloween once as evidenced in my tagged pics!). I seriously thought my pinky toe was broken, as I could feel the blood just gushing around in it. Believe me when I say that I was tempted to take a pic of it to add to my growing MySpace album(s), but I thought better of it! So after several days of icing it, splinting it w/ tape before work, and hobbling around like a cripple at work, I’m finally almost back to normal. I was able to indistinguishably saunter around Lenox Mall with my sis and bro-in-law yesterday, and this afternoon I found myself jogging out to the mailbox in the pouring rain to see if my Netflix request had arrived (which it hadn’t, but there’s nothing like running in the rain to clear one’s head). My point in sharing all this is that I’ve been reminded how amazingly resilient our bodies are. Sure, we all have our afflictions, and people die every day, but overall our bodies have an uncanny ability to heal. I guess I just feel very blessed to be able to get around normally again, as walking/running is something we all take for granted until we can’t do it. My Granny reminds me of this every time I see her using her walker, and she’s always quick to admit that she feels so blessed to be able to get around at age 93!
Now I see why my English professors have been urging me to tone down the exclamation points–wow (no exclamation point here). My current injury, which reminded me of this previous blog, is some very swollen muscles from falling on some ice about ten days ago. I was convinced I’d fractured a rib or two, but the doctor at the student health centre poked and prodded me and said no bones were broken. It’s only tonight that I’ve felt like doing much physically outside the required realm of coming to work and going to school. I went for a walk on my lunch break and it felt nice to get some fresh air and stretch my legs. Apparently the only source of instantaneous relief would be a prescription for muscle relaxers, which sounds like a recipe for disaster, so I’m content to heal the natural way: good old-fashioned time. I’ve had to learn not to lift too much at work, and to be careful the way I hold myself (in bed, especially). I’ve realized how much most of us take for granted our mobility, and being able to do things on a whim.
Some may laugh, but this experience with lingering pain has made me realize what it feels like to be old–to be injured and old! (See, that exclamation point denotes satire and blatant humour, so it’s appropriate.) But true to the rehashed blog title, I am still amazed how resilient the body is, and how God gives us strength to physically go on even when we’re convinced we can’t. I’ve wanted to call out of work or skip class almost every day since I fell, but I’ve left things to Him, and have by His grace not missed any responsibilities. Some days are better than others, and today/tonight has been one of them. But I know I’ll only keep feeling better and better until I’m back to normal.
Thank you, Lord, for watching over us and keeping us safe & healthy. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
PS–Classes are going well; they’re going to be demanding, but I’ve got three great professors this semester whom I’ve already learned alot from.