But first.....let's talk about this life for a few minutes.
I've had two...no three, physical therapy visits this month. I won't go into the gory details on how much fun they aren't. I think I've mentioned my first one and I don't care to revisit that horror.
However, on my second visit I was told I was walking wrong. Did you know you can walk wrong? Apparently you can. And I am. Was. Let me explain.
When you injure your leg and/or knee, your body doesn't want to hurt any more. Smart body. In order to not hurt when you walk, your body automatically makes changes in how you walk in order to avoid pain. Avoiding pain is good. I like avoiding pain. In fact my body likes avoiding pain to the point that it's made me walk wrong.
This means I have to learn to walk the RIGHT way again. You might think this would be an easy task. I mean, I've been walking correctly for the better part of half a century. I should know how to do this.
No.
My left leg has been turning out in order to avoid pain when walking. Now I have to train it to walk straight. I thought I was. I wasn't. See how this works? Yeah, me neither.
Now when I walk, it feels like my left foot is turned in at a 90 degree angle. That's what it feels like. What it looks like, is, um, straight. Each step I take is a conscious act. My brain says I'm turning my foot in at such an angle that I must be walking with my left toes pointing directly at my right foot. Not so. They are simply pointing straight forward, as they should be.
My leg is not happy about this turn (ha, see what I did there?) of events. Not happy at all. It hurts. It hurts a lot and I walk like a zombie. Not like an Egyptian, which would be a lot more fun, but like a zombie. Stomp, lurch, repeat. The cane helps me stay upright but I think I lose zombie cred for using it.
Now, about heaven being real. I think I set a new land speed record for purchasing a book on my Kindle and reading it. I saw a news article about this little boy in Nebraska who says he visited heaven when he was gravely ill. His name is Colton. I saw the video on him, grabbed my Kindle, bought the book and read it in a couple of hours.
I've always known heaven was real, and this little guy's experience reinforces that faith I have in what the future holds. If you get the chance, you should read his story. Life is good, but I'm sure that heaven is a whole lot gooder.
It is too a real word!
I've had two...no three, physical therapy visits this month. I won't go into the gory details on how much fun they aren't. I think I've mentioned my first one and I don't care to revisit that horror.
However, on my second visit I was told I was walking wrong. Did you know you can walk wrong? Apparently you can. And I am. Was. Let me explain.
When you injure your leg and/or knee, your body doesn't want to hurt any more. Smart body. In order to not hurt when you walk, your body automatically makes changes in how you walk in order to avoid pain. Avoiding pain is good. I like avoiding pain. In fact my body likes avoiding pain to the point that it's made me walk wrong.
This means I have to learn to walk the RIGHT way again. You might think this would be an easy task. I mean, I've been walking correctly for the better part of half a century. I should know how to do this.
No.
My left leg has been turning out in order to avoid pain when walking. Now I have to train it to walk straight. I thought I was. I wasn't. See how this works? Yeah, me neither.
Now when I walk, it feels like my left foot is turned in at a 90 degree angle. That's what it feels like. What it looks like, is, um, straight. Each step I take is a conscious act. My brain says I'm turning my foot in at such an angle that I must be walking with my left toes pointing directly at my right foot. Not so. They are simply pointing straight forward, as they should be.
My leg is not happy about this turn (ha, see what I did there?) of events. Not happy at all. It hurts. It hurts a lot and I walk like a zombie. Not like an Egyptian, which would be a lot more fun, but like a zombie. Stomp, lurch, repeat. The cane helps me stay upright but I think I lose zombie cred for using it.
Now, about heaven being real. I think I set a new land speed record for purchasing a book on my Kindle and reading it. I saw a news article about this little boy in Nebraska who says he visited heaven when he was gravely ill. His name is Colton. I saw the video on him, grabbed my Kindle, bought the book and read it in a couple of hours.
I've always known heaven was real, and this little guy's experience reinforces that faith I have in what the future holds. If you get the chance, you should read his story. Life is good, but I'm sure that heaven is a whole lot gooder.
It is too a real word!
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