It's very humbling (and frustrating) being physically limited and I am truly thankful this is short term in nature. Like many of us, I know I take much for granted yet I do try and appreciate everything, including my health and well being. Yes, I know I don't have a serious disease, but navigating on crutches and a knee scooter is enough of a reality check for me, and quite frankly I don't like it. I guess it's day 22 and hopefully I am about halfway though this little blip in my life. Whine, whine, whine!!! Yes I am going crazy and my foot hurts.  The pin comes out of the toe on Friday!  Still no weight-bearing, but...

Okay, let me get positive. My foot is slightly swollen but looks to be healing. My daughter finished her first college finals and is home for Christmas break. I have done 20 consecutive days of floor yoga (I don't think I have have done 20 consecutive days of anything besides sleep, eat and breath). My son helped me while my husband was out of town.  I watched one of my favorite/annual holiday movies and shed a tear for want and ignorance; even before this I offered to sent my nephew to an ACT prep class.  I'm employed and on disability leave.  I can use the bathroom without assistance (I will forgo crutches in the middle of the night details) or drugs.  I'm alive.  Yes Santa, life is good.  So why am I feeling so sorry for myself? Maybe it's not my foot after all, and I am suffering from that lack of sun and fresh air syndrome.

I continue to read about the health benefits of a daily yoga practice especially as one ages for strength, balance, mobility, tranquility and confidence!  I have banned myself from reading any more foot surgery experiences since I am convinced only negative postings find there way to the top of the search engine.