The true test of any relationship comes when one member, in this case me, becomes disabled albeit short term and has to rely pretty much on the other for just about everything. Poor Mitch, good thing he has the patience of Job. I am stubborn, willful and very independent. So now being dependent upon another is a tough pill to swallow, even though I am truly grateful he is here.
Yesterday I had foot surgery to remove a bunion and have two toes shortened. Sounds like fun, huh? There is even a name for it, a bunionectomy. There were bones removed and bones shaved off, and because of that I can’t put any weight on my left foot for three months. Compliments of wearing cute shoes years ago. I guess we won’t be going dancing anytime soon.
Now Mitch has to do double duty. Walking the dogs, laundry, cooking and all the yard work. Granted, he already does all of the laundry and all of the ironing woohoo! Walking the dogs has been a joint effort on our part but now it’s all his. Cooking and yard work are my domains. I have to rely on Mitch to not mow down everything in his path. God grant me patience.
Not only does he have to take up my slack, but he has to take care of me. Following me on my crutches and righting me before I crash and burn. Grace is my middle name, even with two good feet. Poor man, he is going to be very busy.
I had been planning this surgery for months, and trying to get prepared as best as we could. I have been practicing going up and down stairs on my crutches loaded with a heavy backpack, getting in and out of the car. It’s my left foot so driving should be good. Practice is good but the real thing is going to be scary at best. My plan is to go back to work next week and bonus – I work on the second floor. No elevators, yea! Just lots and lots of stairs. I will be the crutch queen by the end of the upcoming three months.
Please pray for Mitch.