I HAVE WHEELS

If you have read my blog, you know I had a knee replaced.  It is going good! Hubby is being an excellent nurse, cook, and chauffeur.

And I have an Angel for therapy.  No, honestly! Her name is Angel.  Of course, that is not exactly what I called her when she put me on a new machine, gave me a sweet smile, and said, “Pedal.” It was going good until I pushed too hard on one pedal and that push made a whole circle instead of a half.  I now know my knee will do 100%, but I also know it will bring tears.  I did not push quite so hard the rest of the five minutes.

During this therapy session I felt like I was a high school student.  (Freshman = walker, Sophomore = walker with wheels, Junior = cane, and Senior = you are on your own.).  I passed the walker test and moved through my sophomore and junior years in one session.  I was told to put wheels on my walker.  WHEELS! I can really tool around the house now.  I bet Bill will start posting speed limit and stop signs.  After being told I could add wheels, I was also told to start using a cane.  Out came the cane and the walk around the room began.

I answered the first question!  I knew which hand to hold the cane.  Hey, I had a 50/50 chance of getting it right.  Not really impressed, Angel proceeded to instruct me how to use said cane.  I am not the most coordinated person and letting go of a walker to hold a cane, as my only support, was a bit scary.  What if I lost my balance?  What if the new knee didn’t want to walk?  What if… What if ….  But who can resist when an Angel tells you it will be okay?   To start with, we (don’t ya love that the 'we' part only includes you) will take it slow.  Move the cane.  Now the right leg.  Now the left leg.  Try again.  Again.  Again.  And then, the left leg didn’t stop.  It moved past the cane and was followed with the cane and right leg moving as one.  I DID IT!!  Angel then informed me that I was to use the cane at home.  (Drat.  I was looking forward to speeding with my walker.)  I asked if she was going home with me to walk beside me and go, “Left, right/cane.  Left, right/cane.”

Her answer was no and, not only was she not going home with me, she would not be there for my session on Friday.  Wow, two times with Angel and she was ready to pass me back to Amy.  Okay, Friday was Angel’s day off and I was wise enough not to say that I didn’t know Angels took days off.  Occasionally I do know when to zip my lips.  Besides, I knew Amy.  She was the one who got me up and forced me to walk the halls of the hospital.  In a hospital gown!  You know those things that tie and the back can flap open at the tiniest puff of air.  The day after I was dismissed, Amy evaluated me at the first session in rehab and taught me the exercises I was to do at home.  Then she went on vacation.  Now, if you will quit laughing.  I am not that hard to get along with!  I hit a dentist once, but I am nice to the people who have the use of my knee in their hands.  Plus, they are being very nice and encouraging, as they tell me, “Just bend it a bit more.”

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I wonder if walking with God is like being in rehab.  I know the answer: YES!

God is beside me when I take a new step and when the light bulb finally goes off and I understand a scripture.  God is right there when I push too hard for my own way and He is there when that causes tears. 

And God is right there telling me, “Bend your attitude a bit more in MY direction.”

There is one big difference.  God does not take a day off and He does not take a vacation.  Poor, God.  He has to put up with me EVERY DAY!

“Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Psalms 23:6