A Funny Thing Happened on My Way to . . .

I know I have been absent from blogland. My knee has gotten the best of me this month. I’m a bit tired of dealing with it. I had a MRI yesterday. Hopefully I didn’t tear anything on top of the arthritis. I should know the results next week.

There is a big highway called Sunrise by me and this was where the MRI place is located. There are three lanes of traffic going both directions (six in all).

On my way I noticed lots of police cars parked on smaller side roads leading to Sunrise Hwy. I turned onto the highway and noticed on the opposite side traffic was stopped. Why? There was some type of bicycle race going on and the cops cornered off the streets. I checked the building numbers on my side of the street and noticed that they were even. This was not a good sign. I knew then the place I was going to had an odd number and was across the street where traffic was stopped.

I parked my car across the street from the building because I didn’t want to be late. I had to now cross this street with my bum knee. Just for the record, they don’t give you enough time to cross before the lights start to flash that you only have 20 seconds and the count down began.

I had my MRI after waiting around for over half an hour (half that time spent in the gown they put you in). I had to turn off my cell phone because of the machines. It was getting late when I finished and I knew Tom would be wondering what was happening. I tried to put my phone back on but it wouldn’t turn on. Not good. I tried plugging it into the car charger when I finally made it back to my car. Nothing. I decided to drive to the church where Tom was. I tried to take the charger out but it wouldn’t budge. I see Tom and I cry. Why? I had enough. I had enough of that day. I had enough of my knee interfering with my energy and creativity. I had enough of everything.

Nothing is more healing than the arms of your husband, who loves you and can comfort you like no one else can. He held me. Loved on me. Fixed my phone. He’s my hero.

I look back on the day and I can laugh. My knee is getting better. I feel more like myself again. I’m grateful for my wonderful hubby who loves me. I’m grateful to wonderful people at our church who provided meals for us this week. I still have leftovers from those meals. I don’t have to cook again for a week. I’m a blessed woman who has had a frustrating week. When I look at things from the side of blessing instead of feeling sorry for myself life’s much clearer. Hmmm. You would think I would have learned that by now.

© Nadine Zawacki 2009