I was living in a truly awful bedsit, it was grim. I caught scabies there, three times! I was signed off with depression, had pneumonia twice, got the underactive thyroid diagnosis. All this time im praying "gimme a break"...
I beat the deprseeion, recovered from the pneumonia, cleared the scabies. Found a gorgeous room in a houseshare, moved 4 weeks ago.
Cycling to a doctors appointment on 30 may, on the pavement (sidewalk
) aimed between a lamppost and wall, clipped the handlebars, leg went through frame and snapped. Ended up having an operation to fix my leg, 2 spiral fractures to tibia and fractures to fibula. Have got a rod through my fibia. In a ski boot cast. Physio starts 19 june. On blood thinners for 6 weeks, off work for 3 months. Its a bad break apparently so its gonna be a long recovery.
Not quite what i meant by gimme a break
What it has shown me is that i was too busy fighting through things to stop and appreciate what i do have. I was creeping back into focusing on my losses. My dad, my marraige, thinking about my challenges instead of embracing the gifts i have. Love, i know love. From fooz, from my family (who i am building a relationship again), from my friends both irl and online, and God.
I am living the life i want to live, it had its price, now i need to allow myself to embrace it.
So, i guess i got my break after all, huh?
