It’s been almost 2 weeks since I fractured my foot. I think it’s healing very quickly, and I’m going to try to drive tomorrow with my husband as a passenger, in case it gets to be too much. I’m walking with less limping and I can curl my toes under without pain.
I’ve tried to do as little as possible in the last fortnight. I’m not patient when I want something done and I can’t do it myself. A lot of normal household maintenance was neglected while I sat with ice on my foot. Now I’m ready to catch up.
This morning I weeded the front garden. The gladioli are beginning to bloom but the grass in the flowerbed was obscuring them from view. I weeded the brickwork and edged the walkway. I really want to mow, but I’m waiting. It’s the hottest days of summer so far, with temps hitting 104 deg F (40 deg C for my Postcrossing friends).
The easement needs mowing the most. With erosion from flooding, the ground is full of ruts and dips so I’m not keen on doing it myself. There are other yard chores in the backyard I can do. Cutting down trees growing up on the fence line and trimming the hedges. Mostly stationary work.
In the evenings, as I’m laying in bed, I visualize all the errant healing energy in the air gathering to me. Those prayers for healing and the sick that are non-specific. I visualize them coalescing into a blue and gold swirling ball that engulfs and permeates my foot. The bones, muscles, tendons, and ligaments. Every cell, molecule, and atom. I visualize quick and complete healing, walking normally barefoot or in my flats, heels, or boots. I fall asleep with these images in my mind. It’s a nice way to drift off and if it helps my healing faster, great. If not and energy work is a bunch of woowoo hokum, I really haven’t lost anything anyway.