I took my first steps without the aid of a walker or cane today. It is the first time I have been able to perambulate in 16 months.
One more time God: Thank you.
The doctor spent most of my appointment time explaining the details and machinations of my new prosthetic leg, one that allows for much more range of motion than the hard-shelled version I was first fitted with. I was told to walk about 100 steps, see how it feels, and if able, take another 50 steps. Then rest for the remainder of the day.
Well, I just got back from a walk around my entire block. God bless those health care professionals who endure the insufferable lies from diabetics.
“My sugar is under control.”
“I don’t eat sugar. ”
“I don’t drink.”
“I work out regularly”
“I take my medications.”
And then you go and blow an 8.1 on your A1C.
I am sure it affects the way prognoses, diagnoses, and treatments are rendered. I feel they have a factor built-in for credibility. That is why I feel the handling of my case is going to greatly differ because of one factor they don’t take into consideration: I am motivated and I don’t lie about my health. Not anymore. I’ve seen the only one that hurts is myself.
As I write this, I am waiting for my dear wife to emerge from her afternoon nap in the bedroom where she lay prone with her two furry sleep assistants Bruiser and Murphy. I want her to take me over to the Golf Center around the block so I can start to relearn how to putt and at least chip a few and hit a few wedges.
I can’t wait! I am hoping to go out and hit a full round of 18 holes by the end of the month. I’ll keep you posted.
There was a time (in the early dark stages) where I could not envision this day ever happening. Even better, Karen won’t have to bring me everything and do everything for me.
I GOT MY BALLS BACK!
So if you are in any of the stages of grief after losing a limb, drop me a line. I’ll gladly tell you what I learned and what helped (and is continuing to help me) through it. I don’t care if you are 85 years old; the next sunrise or sunset you watch will alone be worth the effort. The next time you get to pick up or hug a grandchild or to kiss a family member, will be worth the effort. It’s not easy, but none of the good stuff in life is. Us old buzzards know this.
Get defensive. Don’t let anyone or anything stand in the way of you enjoying this all-too-short carnival we call life. It’s yours, and the only ticket you have. Don’t waste it.