Suck It Up & Thank the Lord

Monday, July 13, 2015

July is a very big month for me. So many things happen this month. For one thing, this year marks my existence on Earth for a quarter of a century! Also I created this here blog in July!

But four years ago, I was having a very terrible time with my health. Inexplicably I couldn't quit gaining weight. To combat my excessive weight gain I began running 15 miles a week. Except I couldn't run for very long. After about a week of attempting to run 5 miles a day, my legs began to ache so bad I could hardly walk. Eventually this feeling of having a knife shoved in my leg became a daily experience. July 12 of 2011 I had a fasciotomy on my right leg. Basically they cut the tissue that surrounds the muscle. Surgery 3 days before my 21st birthday.

"Hold up! I need surgery and you want to do it 3 days before my 21st birthday?!"

Okay, so that's pretty much what I said. That's also my scars about a month after the surgery. Sorry if some of y'all are squeamish! Anyway, the doctors told me I wouldn't be able to drink because of the pain killers. But July 15th I made my wonderful debut 21 year old appearance at Outback where I had many margaritas and a Walla-Be-Darn!

I was also told that I would be on crutches for a month. Really I was worried about how I would move into my college apartment on crutches more than anything... well that and driving. The driving was very important.

Luckily I was driving within a week and walking (or more like hobbling) on my own two feet after 3 days.

I guess the whole point of this story is that there will always be some bad at some point in your life. But you just have to make up your mind to over come it and make the most of it. Admittedly that can be very hard, like thinking you won't have a real 21st birthday kind of hard. But you suck it up and thank the Lord that you're still alive.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm so happy and thankful that I have (almost) spent 25 years on this beautiful planet and try to appreciate every single thing (even the bad - surgery - things) that is thrown at me.

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