I haven’t posted in months as I prepared to sell my house. It was a lot of work. The kind where I am popping Ibuprofen every 5 hours.
Then the Coronavirus hit, and life as we know it stopped. My busy Houston superb feels more like a post-apocalyptic movie where I will see a zombie. I haven’t gone for so many neighborhood walks since I moved out of Queens in 1992!
Everyday the sun continues to rise and set, and I ask Jim what day it is because it feels similar to every other day. We have had some wonderful, family spiritual moments and my house feels more sacred.
It’s been way too long since my last blog post. It’s been a balance of progress and setbacks in my quest to strengthen my body. Although I’ve been working with a personal trainer and going on long walks with Jim, I somehow managed to break a bone in my right foot.
My foot doctor told me that it’s a heredity issue of the long bone in my foot being too long and breaking as a result of this, and will keep breaking unless I order a customized orthotic for my foot. Hopefully when I return to the doctor on Tuesday, my x-ray will show a healed bone. It’s been another trial of faith to rest my foot when I would rather be walking and serving my family and friends.