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Breakfast in Bed. Blogging in Bed.

January 22, 2014 By Lena

Everything in bed. Oh. My. God.

It all happened last Thursday when I – a good girl, minding my own business – was sitting at the dining room table with my feet propped up on another chair. While leafing through a magazine, suddenly, the phone rang. I leaped up to grab it, and immediately started to hobble; damn, I must have stood up wrong or something. Ignoring the pain in my right heel, I limped around and finished my phone call, convinced I just needed to walk it out.

The day went on as usual, with me favouring one foot as I went about my life. The next morning, I awoke bright and early to tackle the day.

“Huh,” I thought as I climbed out of bed. “My heel still hurts.”

By mid-morning, the entire ankle area had started to swell. Yikes! I had no recollection of spraining my ankle, or twisting it in an ungodly way; just back-of-the-foot pain as I walked around. I decided to ice, elevate and ignore.

Until the next morning (Saturday), when I noticed that my second toe had flared up too. WHAT. THE. HELL. Erring on the side of caution, I booted it to the walk-in clinic, where the doctor diagnosed a pulled Achilles tendon – also known as acute tendinitis.

(As I type this, I’m stretching my leg back and forth to keep the tendon loose.)

He told me to ice it, elevate it, and take Advil every 8 hours to bring down the swelling. I could deal! I know tendon injuries take a while to heal, and thank goodness my line of work allows me to stay off my feet if I need to. I walked limped away feeling fine about the prognosis.

Except that on Sunday, my left, non-injured foot, had started to hurt. And when I say hurt, I’m talking about 8/10 on the “Holy Hannah” scale of pain. I immediately shrugged it off as pain from transferring all my weight over to the foot for the last three days while I hobbled around. But by Monday morning, when the top of my left foot started to swell, I started to panic. Maybe panic is a strong word. But I did have several WTF moments.

Tuesday morning, bright and early at my doctor’s office. She sent me next door for X-Rays (very handy) and prescribed a potent NSAID for pain and inflammation. She didn’t really have a good guess as to why I had swelling and pain in my left foot – or my right, for that matter, given my very sexy explanation of being injured by “simply standing up, I swear.”

Alas, here I am. Both feet propped up in an attempt to heal the soreness in my left foot from stress, and my right foot from a pulled tendon. Typing on my laptop in a very awkward fashion. Wishing I had never jumped up to get the phone. I can’t even remember who called.

And so, posts this week may be *slightly* staggered as I catch up on some must-see TV and a few good books I’ve been meaning to read. Pray for me, friends.

Filed Under: Lifestyle Tagged With: Achilles tendinities, sad Lena

I Hope You Dance.

August 23, 2012 By Lena

As my first born – my baby – starts school in exactly two weeks, I’ve been a bit “off”.

I’ve been a bit excited, and a bit scared. I’ve been a bit concerned, and a bit nervous. I’ve been a bit sentimental, and more than a bit emotional. And, I’ve been a bit sad.

I’ve spent the last four years knowing that this time would come, and yet somehow, I don’t know where the time went.

And so I’ve caught myself humming this song on and off for the last few days – “I Hope You Dance” by LeAnn Womack. Last night, thinking of Ryder and the beginning of his journey, I drifted off to sleep in short prayer, thanking God for my infinite and often unearned blessings… and for our many, wonderful opportunities to dance.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder; You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger.
May you never take one single breath for granted… God forbid love ever leave you empty handed.
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean; Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance; And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance; Never settle for the path of least resistance.
Living might mean taking chances, but they’re worth taking… Lovin’ might be a mistake but it’s worth making.
Don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter; When you come close to selling out, reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance; And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…
I hope you dance

I hope you dance

(Time is a real and constant motion always rolling us along, tell me who wants to look back on their youth and wonder
where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean; Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you’ll give faith a fighting chance; And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…

Dance!
I hope you dance

Filed Under: Lifestyle Tagged With: back to school, Family, music, sad Lena

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