Early morning, September 27. A Monday like any other Monday--until I somehow pushed my glass desktop between the holders and it landed smack on my stockinged left foot. At first, I was just grateful the glass and the day job laptop were still intact. But a week later, my foot was swollen and infected. (How, no one knows; there was no break in the skin or the bones.)
Short story long, while the infection went away with treatment, so did my ability to walk more than 100 steps without a pain level of 11 on a scale of 1 to 10. I thought of that 1989 movie about Irish writer Christy Brown, who was born with cerebral palsy and learned to paint and write with the only limb he had any control over, his left foot. I knew I had nothing to complain about--but that didn't stop me. Especially since all this coincided with an unexpected root canal redo and new crown.
Remember me? The girl who picked REST for her 2021 word?
Well, rest I have had. Maybe not the way I expected, but rest nonetheless. I've read more in the past month or so than I have in a long time. Thanks to good medical care, the walking is coming along slowly. Even though it's not as talented as Christy Brown's, I've learned to appreciate my left foot.
