dear dr. orthopedist,
thanks for both the good and bad news. good news: no surgery/cast. bad news: crutches for 3-4 weeks, boot for 8-12. and the biggest blow of all...
dear running,
i will miss you for the next 16 weeks.
dear swimming,
looks like you and i will become reacquainted this summer. there are certainly worse things.
dear wasatch back,
next year. i promise.
dear norah jones,
thanks for putting my feelings into song. it certainly never rains when you want it to. and i am definitely humbled.
dear 2012,
you're turning into quite the year. that's not to say i've been unhappy, but let's make the second half better than the first, shall we?
dear friends and family,
i am humbled by your kindness. thanks for driving me to urgent care/doctor's appointments. thanks for stopping by with flowers, cookies, diet coke, and conversation that keep my mind off of my current status as a cripple. thanks for taking me out for froyo. thanks for all the well wishes. i know i'm a terrible patient, but i am truly, truly grateful.
xoxo
2 comments:
i'm so sorry kee! i wish i were there to serve you and for you to pummel (i know what you really need). time to get a punching bag?
So sorry bockster! Bummer deal. On the bright side, here's to becoming reacquainted with swimming!
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