You don’t know what you have, until you lose it.

I didn’t believe that really. I was told it all my life, but to be honest, though we weren’t rich by any means, I was spoiled as a child. Sure, I’ve suffered a few setbacks, but all in all, life was good, at least on the outside. There is a deeper me who was not so happy, but it’s not a subject for this blog and so I won’t go into it.

Anyway, I was recently in an accident, and found myself without mobility for a while. I’m improving, and I see myself back to full mobility within another month, but it’s taught me a lot about what it’s like to be well, for want of a better word, handicapped… at least temporarily. There are people who live this way all their lives, and right now, they have all my respect for coping. I couldn’t!

Anyway, I’m finally off my crutches, most of the time at least, though stairs and slopes are still a problem for me. We’ll have to see how it goes from here I suppose. But I think I’m getting there, and with a healthy dose of respect for people who have a lot longer to deal with it.