I'm not gonna lie, sugar coat it or pretend I'm Wonder Woman. I am hurting.
I walked into school this morning after an incredibly painful and fitful night. I've been living (unknowingly) with a broken hip and a crushed hip joint. I knew I had done some serious damage to myself while climbing that mountain, but when others were telling me that it was just a sciatic issue or ligament damage it seemed a bit easier to bear.
(When someone shows you an x-ray of a blown apart joint and tells you that you SHOULD be in excruciating pain, all of the sudden it feels okay to take down the armor and succumb to what ails.
And now, at twelve days and counting until my hip is replaced I find myself listening to my body. And it's telling me it HURTS. )
My incredible new teammates rushed into my classroom this morning and insisted that "enough is enough." They called the office, helped me tremendously in preparing for a sub, and sent me on my way. They reminded me that a healthy Mrs. Smythe is what I need to think about, and to let go and follow doctor's orders.
Therefore, I am.
I will prepare my home and my heart for the next six weeks of rehabilitation, and remember that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
And when I opened my door today to see this package from one of you, I cried for the fifth time today.
Comfort comes to you in all forms- from near AND far. It's something the doctor might not have ordered, but that the angels knew I needed.
Thank you, my friend. Thank you, indeed.