Today I came inside from an early morning
outing a total mess: dirt under my fingernails, dirt decorating my pants and
smudged on assorted patches of skin where I had swatted at hungry mosquitoes.
But there were also two tomato plants in the
ground, a bit of weeding accomplished and one ecstatic dirty woman. That was my
first “grubbing-in-the-dirt” session in months.
I had let the combination of admittedly minor
complaints keep me out of the garden and off my feet. I am a weenie when it
comes to pain.
Both Hubby and I wanted me healed up for travel
planned for May.
Home treatment has not worked. It hasn’t helped
the skin issues that prohibit wearing the electrical stimulation device that helps
me walk. Neither have at home efforts helped ingrown toenail recurrences.
Some cutting by a dermatologist and both cutting
and chemical treatment by a podiatrist have been more successful.
I am getting back on track. The toe is healing.
The skin has healed. And I am building up my wearing time with the estim. I’m
walking out with more confidence and more balance, both physical and mental.
Movement, garden, sunshine, gentle breeze, physicians,
the patience of friends and family--blessings all.
Thank you, God.