So, here I am again, home, femur heling I hope up near the hip joint. Walking slowly, I have a rod in my leg. But I can get around and with some therapy that will start soon I should be back to some speed as the winter goes along. I can't beleive this happened 16 days ago. I have had great care, good help, all one needs to mend.
I had a small amount of art supplies with me at Willow Ridge where I did some recovery till I proved I could be alone. It isn't that I grabbed some supplies as the first responders were loading me on a stretcher. I didn't dare grab any as I was saying horrible things that were pain induced, one hardly dares asks then for favors.
I decided I would work on small things at the care center and they would be for a small journal I had made, and it turned into a journal about fear, healing, recovery, and the thought process that goes along with such trauma. They are not done really well, they are what they are, they are a bout giving me comfort and distraction as I was not moving well, sleeping well, or doing anything very well at all. Isn't that funny, the journal is about wellness. Wellness of spirit along with bones, the bones won't mend well without the spirit.
Thank you for coming by, I got your messages from my daughter, I am rather amused, when one falls and breaks a major bone. the first thought or second thought or even 20th thought should not be....I will miss my blogging friends they have to know I stepped into the pit. Your messages cheered me a great deal, gave me strength to crawl from the pit.
For some days to come you will see pages from this small 4X5 journal made from manilla paper that I took with me, I used crayons and colored pencils, not paint at all. I had some glue. I made the custodians crazy with snippets of paper all over all the time.