Busy

Things have been a little demanding lately between taking care of my niece (4 years old, happy, energetic, and of the belief that I am able and willing to do anything imaginable), maintaining my house, and my regular duties within the ministry. Additionally, the folks who ordinarily do a lot of the maintenance work on the church property haven’t been well, so I’ve been covering things such as cleaning the main building and some of the landscaping work.

There are days when I feel so beat up that I just want to sit and stare. The parts of my body affected by the motorcycle accident keep me feeling as though I’m wearing down like an overused gear that’s slowly running out of grease. My hand takes a few minutes to operate normally when I first wake up, while the rest of the day is spent with the need to tolerate everything else that my hand feels like, well, feeling. My leg is constantly in need of “warming up” for the sake of walking when I first stand after having been seated for more than a couple of minutes. Also, my bad hip is hindering me from any ease of motion while the opposite hip is getting worse with time because it is constantly having to make up for the bad one. Dealing with the aftereffects of my motorcycle accident injuries over the past nine years has been more difficult than I imagined at first. I thought that it would simply involve healing and moving on. Yeah, right.

I know that there are many people in this world who are in much more physical torment than me, but that reality doesn’t make getting out of bed and making it through a full day any easier. Unfortunately, it’s still my body and my life. I guess what I’m saying is that I feel like complaining a little. I only ask that you read this without seeming as though you’re tired of hearing it. And please, don’t turn the page…sometimes it feels as though you’re all I’ve got.