Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Hey, Yogi... just call me Booboo!



I've got an owie.  Actually, I've got many owies all over my body.  I had an out-of-body experience tonight.  I don't know for sure where my brain went, but it obviously wasn't here, looking out for me!  I went to a place that I've been to many times and fell over the sidewalk.  I thought I was on the ramp, but I thought wrong!  Now, I have a very tender toe, an aching ankle, a knobby knee...  My hands and wrists hurt so bad, it's hard to type this.  The impact jammed my elbows.  Concrete gets harder as I get older.

There have been times in my life that I had a physically demanding job.  I often wondered how long I could work like that.  What if I became injured?  How could I do my job?  I guess it was a positive thing that I didn't take my health for granted.

I don't take my brain for granted either.  I am thankful for the talent (not proven yet) that God gifted me.  But I have been negligent...  I've taken for granted my ability to move my hands... to type.

I never thought that being a writer was something that I needed to be healthy to do successfully.  I did worry that my arthritis might someday become a hindrance.  So far, the effects of arthritis have been very slow and gradual, with anti-inflammatories keeping it in check.  But I never worried about an accident interfering with my ability to write.  Oh, how I wish not to take my hands for granted.

Hands are incredible tools.  I'm not saying that without them, one could not be a writer; but it would certainly be more difficult.  In writing this post, I am reminded of a blog post I wrote in March.  In fact, it was the last post I wrote on my MySpace blog, before I packed up and moved here.  Perhaps I'll repost it on my essays blog someday.  Here is the last part of the post:

It dawned on me that the hand that applied pressure against the wound of the seventy-seven year-old woman in the floor was now the hand that cradled and comforted the four-year-old with the fever.  I stopped typing just now to gaze at that hand... that hand I take for granted every day.  It's remarkable.  My God is so amazing!


11 comments:

SquirrelQueen said...

Ouch! Why is it the brain always take a vacation when we are near concrete? Nice soft grass would be far easier on the body.

That is a lovely post about the hands, they are far more important than we think.

Take it easy, I hope you feeling better soon.

Lesley said...

Oh dear, I hope you heal quickly! It's amazing how we have to worry about "little" things like falls as we get older. You're right, concrete is very hard! I would love to read the rest of the MySpace blog post. Do post it when you get a chance!

Rae said...

Were you trying to do an imitation of me? I certainly feel your pain. I broke my hand and banged myself up royally during a fall in front of Sears a few years back. Of course I did it on Black Friday - so I had a huge audience. I hope you are up and running soon. Take care my friend.

Paul Greci said...

Sometimes it takes an intense experience to remind us not to take things for granted. Thanks for sharing this. It is a good reminder for me to be thankful for my everyday life.

charmine. said...

Lily,sorry to hear this,hope your getting better.Rest up.Don't type.
Only read blogs...I've post on travel,please chk out my schedule there.

When I am Rich said...

I was wincing with you - hope the pain's easing now.

Terri Tiffany said...

I hope you heal up fast! I know I've had times when my shoulders ached from typing and I had to stop a few days. It bothered me that it interfered in what I wanted to accomplish so I don't take my hands for granted or my body.

Susan R. Mills said...

Oh, forgot to say how sorry I am for your accident. I hope you heal soon.

Susan R. Mills said...

What a great post, Lily! I think I take my hands for granted too. I'll be thinking about this from now on.

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Hi Lily -

I hope you're boo-boos heal soon. They're no fun.

Two years ago, I broke my elbow. My hand swelled, and I was unable to type for weeks. It gave me a new appreciation for my ability to put words on paper.

Blessings,
Susan

Marla said...

Healing prayers said for you, Lily. What a beautiful perspective you have. Thank you for inspiring me to look for the positive in everything.