Remember how yesterday I boldly wrote that this week was a normal week and I could use a little normal?
I should have realized that it was Wednesday as I was writing that and not to get ahead of myself.
Last night as we were walking into our small group meeting, my foot went into a hole in the neighbor's yard and I twisted my ankle really badly. I stumbled my way into their house and sat through the entire meeting with ice on my foot. My foot kept time in the meeting, throbbing out its own little rhythm as we discussed what our generation has to offer other generations. While I enjoyed the meeting, what I really wanted was to be home in bed with my foot propped up.
Because it is not my ankle that is bothering me, it is the top of my foot. There is a definite knot on my foot and putting any weight on it at all is not possible. I literally have to stumble my way around, dragging my foot behind me.
It is pretty to watch.
As I was going to bed, Curt told me that I just needed sleep which, bless his heart, is his answer for everything. In my mind, I was mentally canceling all the things I have to do today. Because I knew that getting "out and about" would be a tall order if my foot wasn't any better.
This morning when I woke up, I timidly went to stand on it, only to be met with worse pain than last night. I am in sad shape and the day stretches out ahead of me. I am still not quite sure how I will run this house when I can barely walk.
And so this morning I have a new appreciation for the things I was doing just yesterday without a thought: things like emptying laundry from the dryer, unloading the dishes, exercising, and, well, walking around. I am praying this day goes by quickly and that God will supply all my needs when I need them. Right now I need coffee but the walk to the coffeepot just sounds too hard.
Should be an interesting day.