One year

Black English riding field boots

Over the weekend, I “celebrated” the one year anniversary of being run over by a car.  Most people can’t believe I’m still not recovered.  I’m two surgeries

in, and hopefully, there are no more. It’s one step forward, two steps back.  I was 80% of the way recovered, but my doctor then decided that I would never get past that with my metal still in, so we took it out.  But, now I have to work my way back to where I was. What I really want to be able to do is get into some boots.  I live in boots in the winter.  I may have to buy new ones to achieve this, but this seems like an achievable goal.

As in that post I linked to above, I’m grateful for everything I have now that I didn’t have then.  I can walk without assistance, even if I can’t wear shoes I want to.  I will be able to cook Thanksgiving dinner this year.  If I’m immobile, it will be because I want to be.

If it takes another year to be back to 95 or 98%, I’m good with that.  There are worse things in the world.