…to my life.

I figured November 14th was as good a day as any to update you a bit on it, especially since I last wrote about George, my not-so-beloved boot. George and I officially ended our relationship on November 2nd, and there was much rejoicing. This wasn’t the end of the foot saga, as I’m now in the process of getting physical therapy 3x a week for 6 weeks. HOPEFULLY after all of that, the ankle-injury-that-would-never-heal will be gone. In all seriousness, the ability to run again would be a most welcome Christmas present. I’ll even count it for my birthday present too (which I am usually starkly opposed to, as it falls on December 28).

But you know, this process has been sanctifying and beneficial in a few different ways. As I have decided that I’m officially going to apply for physical therapy school for the fall, it’s a really good thing for me to remember what it’s like to be a patient. I would hope to be compassionate, and validating while still firmly working towards a goal. Having somebody with whom you can speak honestly about your pain and feel like you’re not complaining to a deaf ear is wonderful. I hope to be that for somebody else.
AND, because getting my observation hours for my application process has been hard to do with a full-time job, having these few hours a week where I HAVE to be at PT is super helpful. A blessing in disguise, really.

Then there’s the whole not-being-able-to-run thing. It’s easy for me to look back at how well running was going for me right up until August 29 and think “why?!” It’s easy for me to note the beautiful weather we’ve been having, see (what seems like) the rest of Charlottesville out running and wonder the same thing. I try to be thankful when folks say kind things like, “at least you can still walk!” Because, good grief, that is true. Don’t let the fact that I want to kick a wall after hearing that make you think I don’t agree. In reality, I know I’ll never come up with a good answer. The best I’ve been able to do is know that the Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. And in Him, I lack no good thing.

So there’s that.

On another note, Thanksgiving break starts in a little over a week, which will bring my first trip home this semester. i. am. excited. Mom was up here a week ago, and it was so good to see her and have her finally see my world. I think it’s safe to say that she enjoyed it as well.

I would be glad to give a better update on my internship, but because that entails so much, I will have to defer to my newsletter that I’ll be sending out soon. If you want one (and don’t already get them), send me your address. Or even email–I can do it that way.

I’ll leave you with some randoms of my fall.
Cheers!





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