The rainy weather over the last couple of days has just about killed me.
So many little drips and drops of water each bring a little dribbly bit of pain with them to my bruised and broken body. They don't mean to be cruel, they just are.
For some people, rain is a good thing. Watering the lawn, the flowers, the plants and filling up the lakes and reservoirs so we can all enjoy a good drink. Most of the time, I'm happy for the rain. Lately, however, it seems we are getting a lot of rain and it truly brings pain.
I stayed in from church today. I had intended to try to go and at least attend sacrament meeting. But my body wasn't cooperating and neither was the weather. It's pretty bad when you have to have a nap in bed just to make it through the morning.
Patience.
That word keeps being repeated and it most certainly means I need to develop some patience. It isn't first nature or even second nature for me. The concept of waiting for all of the healing and regrowth of bone shouldn't be new information for me, but it seems like it is harder the older I get.
I'm watching our DVD set of the Andy Griffith show because it helps me cope. Plus it is gentle. This particular foray into the agony of a broken body has made me much less tolerant of programs that are harsh and violent in any way.
Without the blessing of gentle alternatives this might be a harder recovery. I am thankful for church movies and other good programs that help me feel the kinder side of life.
While there ain't no sunshine right now, I can bring in a bit of sunshine emotionally with some good programs that make me feel happy and help me feel relaxed.
