It is no secret around this house that I am a HUGE fan of the T.V. reality show, “Dancing with the Stars”. I don’t think I’ve missed a moment of every season. My family will also tell you that I LOVE to dance – yeah, I’m a rebel Baptist 🙂 However, as much as I love to dance, I’m not that particularly coordinated, and certainly not a ballroom dancer by any stretch of the imagination. So I live out my dream of dancing vicariously through the T.V. show and applaud loudly each performance.
That said, on Tuesday after a good visit with my daughter and my two adorable grandbabies, as I was heading out the door I did a pirouette that would have made all the judges on Dancing with the Stars oooh and ahhhh. Oh, wait…that was me groaning immediately after I broke my foot and ankle on my daughter’s less than Welcome mat. Never saw it coming. Stepped out the door, caught the edge of the mat and a split second later I was on the ground writhing in pain. Didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was more than a twisted ankle.
I managed to crawl my way back into the house to collapse onto the front entrance floor and my daughter went into “care giving ” mode. My 2-year-old grandson ran up to me and gave me a hug, “Grandma, do you have an owie?” Through my tears I tried to act bravely so he wouldn’t be traumatized. “Grandma, fell down but I’ll be okay. Keep hugging me and I’ll feel better,” I said.
My son was called and took me to the Urgent Care center in our small town and several hours later I was back home trying to negotiate a tiny step into my house while balancing on crutches; my right leg in an air cast. The doctor wants me back in two weeks for reassessment but until then I’m doing the “cast and crutches” dance and I’m a horrible partner. This being my first broken bone, I have never used crutches or hobbled about in a cast. It’s been a whole new learning experience and one I hope I never have to repeat. Needless to say, I will never take my right foot for granted ever again!
I had a very busy week planned and for all intents and purposes, all those plans have been abandoned. My sweet husband stayed home for a day to wait on me hand and foot…literally. My three kids have been “on call” in case I need something because I can’t drive with a bulky cast on my foot. Talk about a lead foot 🙂
Sleep has been challenging while wearing a cast but kicking my husband when he snored last night might be considered assault…poor man.
I have a large dinner party planned for Sunday. Yes, I’m sort of freaking out a little, but I’ve told everyone that I’m not cancelling and I may be “directing” rather than “serving” but that’s okay! Not sure what I’ll wear, but combined with a colourful Christmas sweater the whole ensemble may have a really festive look if I attach a few bells to my cast!
This morning I couldn’t help but giggle when I thought about my life verse: “In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.” Prov. 16:9 Seriously? Where were you Lord, on Tuesday?
I think He’s smiling and telling me that no matter my circumstances I just need to Keep Dancing!